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.025 -- ...huh. [April the 1st]
Morbid curiosity led me to actually watch one of those crazy teen vampire movies.

I think I can feel my unborn child absorbing the uselessness.

No offense to any reincarnates of the genre out there.

.024 -- It's offical! [March the 17th]
We went for another ultrasound today! This time the babies back wasn't turned, so I can now happily announce:

We're having a girl!

.023 -- !!! [February the 24th]
I felt the baby kick! Twice!

I dunno whose more excited, me or Dan. He's kind of freaking out.

.022 -- Holy crap. [February the 9th]
Some days, I really hate the internet.

Today, this is why.

They don't cover that kind of thing on those happy, pink expectant mother websites. Probably for a reason.

.021 -- [Filtered to the Ladies of Camelot Castle ]. [February the 4th]
This is kind of an awkward request. I am rapidly outgrowing my wardrobe, and am in desperate need of some maternity clothes. But those stores still kind of weird me out, and I don't want to go alone. I also don't want to drag Mike along with me because, well, I can't count on him for an honest opinion. So if there's anyone out there who wants to go with me, I would be super grateful.

Thanks!

.020 -- Yay! [January the 15th]
No morning sickness in THREE DAYS. I don't want to jinx it and say that hellish period is over, but it's looking that way.

In other news, moving has opened me up to a whole new world of shit to tinker with, so at least I'm staying amused.

.019 -- [Filtered to Camelot] [January the 2nd]
Just so everyone is aware, and not thinking that we've been kidnapped or fallen off the face of the planet, Mike and I have moved. To Camelot, which is why this is filtered to the good guys, just in case. So, we're about as safe as we can be, which is, apparently, the highest priority.

Still, if anyone needs any of Dan' brilliant technical advice, please let me know. I'm going to go insane if I get stuck just sitting around here.

.018 -- Problems [December the 26th]
I think it took longer for me to assemble a stroller than it did Dan to assemble the Owl Ship. Someone should really look in to those 'consumer friendly' designs. There are a few screws left over, but it didn't fall apart when I was testing it out at high speeds in the kitchen. So hopefully, it's all okay.

I'd like to thank everyone for their extremely generous gifts this year. I hope everyone else had as awesome of a holiday as I did.

.017 -- Ugh. [December the 13th]
"To settle a queasy stomach, never let your stomach get empty. Keep snacks on hand around the clock, and eat lots of little meals rather than three big ones."

These websites want me to be fat already.

[Filtered to Camelot] [November the 29th]
I know this isn't the best time to say something like this, but I don't know how much I'll be able to participate in the coming war.

Last week, I found out I was pregnant. So this ain't just about me anymore. I can't be putting myself in to obvious danger when I've got a kid to think about.

I'll still help out as much as I can, behind the scenes. I won't be dropping out completely. Just let me know if there's anything I can still do.

.016 [November the 20th]
( Private to Elizabeth Harper. )

.015 -- Not again. [November the 9th]
I think I'm coming down with something. After my last near death experience...this is so not cool.

.014 -- Mwahahaha. [October the 31st]
Operation: Communist Zombie Toys went off without a hitch. I could hear him bolting his door from down the hall. Now I'm curious about what kind of barricade he has to keep away tiny zombie hordes...

.013 -- News from home. [September the 28th]
I got a call from my neighbors back in Austin. Apparently, some idiot decided to drive over my mailbox. Which is an easy fix, except they were too damn stupid to apply the BRAKES and ended up plowing through the wall of my garage.

So, I'm going back until I can get that mess cleaned up. Don't do anything crazy while I'm gone.

.012 -- Damn damn damn. [September the 20th]
I may not have died, but I did lose a whole week of my life to thinking I was going to die. Which sucks just as bad, let me tell you.

However, I'm all good now, and back to working on a concept blue prints for Archie. If anyone has a large, empty warehouse type structure somewhere in the greater NYC area, now is the time to speak up.

.011 -- Project. [September the 6th]
I've got the basics for the Owlship laid out, though some of the more technical bits are still beyond my grasp. I know I talked to a few of you about lending a hand. Anyone who wants to pitch in, just say so.

I'll start looking for a space big enough to do this, and out of the eyes of anyone who would wonder why the crazy people are building a round flying thing.

.010 -- Smiles. [August the 29th]
I got a job. Kind of. One of the guys in the building (not the Nixon fearing weirdo at the end of the hall) has an old Mustang rusting away in a parking garage that he wants me to fix. It's a little sad, but I can't wait to get back under the hood (haha?).

At least this way, I'll stop fiddling with the appliances.

.009 -- Success [August the 17th]
The miniature Archie is coming together nicely. At the moment, I have it on wheels, and it drives really well. Now I just have to think of a way to make it fly without lighting the apartment on fire. Jet engines don't work so well on a small scale.

In the meantime, I have the coolest toy ever.

.008 -- Worried [July the 31st]
This whole war thing is pretty heavy. Dan's fought off street gangs and the like, sure, but when push comes to shove? We are so not prepared for this.

Even though being a reincarnate is never easy, I kind of miss the way things were last week...

.007 -- Badass [July the 16th]
There are times when I'm glad I've got Dan around.

Like last night, on my way home from the store, when some dumbass with a ski-mask thought it would be a good idea to try to mug me. He really should have thought it through more. For one thing, I was only carrying about twenty bucks. Also, he only had a knife. I, on the other hand, have a finely tuned vigilante who is not daunted by the thought of normal people weapons.

It wasn't a very fair fight.

I actually feel kind of bad for him, after I broke his hand and left him all concussed in an alley. But, let that be a lesson to everyone: just because a woman looks small and defenseless doesn't mean she's not hiding a semi-large, very protective man just under her skin.

.006 -- Brainbleach [July the 5th]
Sometimes, when you're a reincarnate, Google is not your friend. There are some things we should know better than to be curious about.

.005 -- Fail [June the 21st]
You learn something new everyday. Know what I learned today?

Fettuccine Alfredo is beyond my cooking skills. Smoke detector - 1. Avery - 0.

Sorry about the smell, Mike.

.004 -- Startled [June the 10th]
In today's adventures in NYC, I was nearly hit by a speeding cab. Thank goodness for Dan's reflexes. The cabby was unimpressed. He yelled at me. I don't think it was in English, either.

By the way, thanks for the tools, Mike. I've already put them to use.

.003 -- Relocated [May the 31st]
So, here I am, living in New York.

I still don't know what I think of the city. It's a lot different than Austin. The people aren't as nice, it's a helluva lot colder, and I've gotten lost twice just leaving the apartment. Having a roommate is an adjustment, too, but it's seriously not bad.

At least Dan is happier. Smug, but happy. We're exactly where he wanted to be. Maybe I'll get used to it enough so that I can be happy about it, too.

.002 -- Messy [May the 2nd]
Yeah, so...I got all the groceries out of my trunk. Except the milk. How I missed it, I have no idea.

Anybody know how hot it's bee in Austin all week?

My car smells like something died. Then something else ate the dead thing, and regurgitated it in my back seat. Why me?

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