Running late, finding out Emmelyn's secret, semi-demonic children, passing out, having terrible things shouted to an lift full of people... this is the best bloody day of my life.

Weasley family dinner's are always... interesting. But seriously, what seems to be six hundred of us all in one place... add in the tension that I now feel around, well, anyone I'm related to and oh, Merlin. I'm in for the time of my life.

Aunt Ginny can be really helpful... when shes not making me remember what a terrible person I am, that is.

Sometimes, meeting new people is fun. I mean nearly everyone is a stranger to you at one point, right? However, other times, meeting new people can knock you on your arse. Literally.

There used to be a limit on how much of my family I could tolerate in one week. Nowadays, I'll spend time with everyone in the whole bloody family so long as they don't hate me.

I find it astonishing that even though I'm pregnant, I can still get that school-girl-on-a-date feeling around Hayes. I'm so cliché these days it makes me want to gag... though, due to aforementioned pregnancy, retching is a common occurance nowadays...

Relatives are oh-so-lovely.

Guests are lovely and very nice when you are fat and bored. Excepting, of course, the ones you walk in on during a secret dinner.

The closer it gets to Christmas, the stranger things get.

It's weird how, sometimes, things can be the exact opposite of the way you've always believed them to be.

Nine months seems like forever at first. It's almost a year and from the beginning side of things, so I thought that I had more than enough time to prepare. But, as the due date gets closer, there are things that just can't be ignored anymore. There are conversations that have to be had. There are things that I'm not ready for, but I'm running out of time.