Entry IX (Month 9)
The midwife says it could be any day now.
I've had dreams about it happening, and most of them end in horrible bloody deaths for all three of us, but I try to not to think about that.
In other news, Peeta's hovering skills have been honed to perfection these past few weeks. It's endearing and I know he's worried, but I honestly think I can go to the bathroom by myself. Apart from that, he's surprisingly calm. I think it's because he knows I'm on-edge enough for the both of us.
When I think about the changes this little one is so swiftly bringing our way- all the potential dangers, uncertainties, and risks involved- I feel myself losing my grip (actually, "slipping into despair" is probably more accurate). But I've found that when I focus on this new life Peeta and I have created- the mere fact that we're even capable of producing anything living after all that we've been through- I can manage.