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14th August 1917
Dear Diary
I can't do anything without being reminded of Jack; it just fills my eyes up with tears thinking about him. I've been managing alright thinking about Jack up until now, I think I'm tearing up more than before because I'm further along in my pregnancy now. I know it probably sounds mad, but I can still feel Jack, so that must mean that he is alive, right?
I've got to try and stay strong and positive for the baby, I've been eating like I'm supposed to although I do get morning sickness and throw it all back up again, which isn't very nice. When ever I think of the baby it reminds me of Jack, which is good and bad. I hope that they've got Jack's eyes and he said that if we have children he hopes that they've got my hair. They would be such beautiful children, they really would. At least when I think of my baby it makes me feel better, as it's a part of Jack and I.
I've been looking at my wedding ring, more and more lately, as it symbolizes our never ending love for one another. And it makes me feel so proud to say that I am Mrs. Rose Dawson. I love writing it as well, so I think that I'll just write it again. Mrs. Rose Dawson.
As I think about this baby, and wonder if its father will be here when he or she is born. I'm again wondering where my mother is, and I know that she's not dead as it would have said so in the newspaper, well I think it would have. I just hope that she is being well looked after. Even if she was horrible to me, she is still my mother and I wouldn't want her to be mistreated, even though I was sometimes. But that wasn't entirely her fault…
I should stop thinking about that for now, and think about things that will make me happy. But then again I can't help but think about Jack, and how he will be so excited to hear that he has a son or daughter. It will be a bit extra work, but it would be wonderful if I had twins, a boy and a girl or maybe two girls. I wonder what I would call them, oh my I have to think of baby names don't I? That had completely slipped my mind. Well I won't think about that right now, as it only makes me sadder that Jack can't be here to decide what we should call our first born.
Oh Jack, I wish that you could come home right now, and I sometimes forget that you're missing in action. I just hope that you're not cold, hungry, hurt and or being mistreated as I would really hate that I really would.
I need to go out and buy some more food, I haven't been out since I went to the doctors ages ago, I can't believe that my food has lasted that long. I also haven't seen Emma in a little while…maybe I should pop round for a chat. Jack I love you so much, please come home soon.
Rose
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