Entry VII (Month 7)
This baby is going to be the most-loved being to ever breathe life, because it will have Peeta for a father.
This baby will probably end up a spoiled-rotten diabetic because of him too, but there are worse fates.
He showed me the nursery today. It's beautiful, for lack of a better word. The murals he's painted on the walls are gender neutral, but for the first time I actually find myself wondering what the baby will be- a boy or a girl- and what he or she might look like.
I think I want it to look like Peeta.
