Somehow I've ended up with a room at the Three Broomsticks.

I intended to go to the Bakery but ended up at the Sticks instead. I ran into Penelope Clearwater and since we were friends--and I use the term loosely as we were not close in school--the owner offered me a room. He was rather sweet, now that I look back on it, but I'm still at a loss for words.

I know I will have to bring a gift when I move into my room. What does one get a Scottish barkeep?

In other news, I have heartburn and I keep having to get up to pee. But other than that I'm glad the first trimester is done. Merlin, no more morning sickness, though my cravings are rather strange. I wanted a hot dog today with mustard. A New York hot dog. I hate hot dogs and mustard. But it's what this baby wants and I'm just the vessel to carry him. Or her.

By Merlin, when I saw Penelope with her little boy today, a little bit of me came alive. I hope I can love my child as much as Penelope loves hers. And if she can survive without her child's father, perhaps I can too.

I like the name Ryan for a boy.