Entry#: 092
Date: 20 - 05 - 818 AS @ 20:35 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Tonight's report comes from one of the wet-docks of Vieques Shipyard, neatly sandwiched between the rest of my property, the Maelstrom and the Salvager.
I decided moping around Rochester, taking up space in the bar would do us all absolutely no good what so ever. I then filled the Alsatia to the brim with supplies and floated off to Puerto Rico, where I now find myself.
I've noticed lately that I've become somewhat stagnant in the conduction of my life. I haven't been as active as I'm used to. I guess being pregnant has finally caught up with me. The last week or so, excluding the trip down here, been spent station-side.
Where as up until recently I would have been loathe to hang around Vieques any longer than required, I'm now content to relax here as best as the surrounding environment allows one to. Seeing the Maelstrom resplendent in her new livery cheered me up considerably, as did meeting some of the old faces I've not seen for some time.
In family news, and perhaps as to have been expected, I have not heard of or from Gunther since the last entry. My princess, Misaka, has been supportive of me during this little "rough patch" I've been having. I blame it on the levels of stress that have surrounded me lately, but I've noticed I've been emotionally unstable these last couple weeks. I am able to admit I broke down and just started crying for no outwardly visible reason on the flight down here, and Misaka just held me until I cheered up. I'm glad this is the woman I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. She's warm, soft and fluffy. Just the sort of person to compliment me, who is anything but.
The air-head Kana and her chaperon, the ever-gallant Fumika, have been working their arses off keeping things functioning while I've been having my little tanty's. Hell, I was comforted by a 10-year-old girl the other day. I don't know if I should feel proud of her for being able to do so, or feel disgust in myself that I was able to be consoled by someone not even half my age.
Putting such matters aside, the fact of the matter is I need to keep working right up till I'm too round for it to be feasible. I can't just idle about the place, waiting for the day I enter labour. It just isn't me.
Even if my child will never know their father, I will instil unto to the next generation the same resolve my own mother had during her experience of the same situation I now face.
Now, as I finish typing this, it is time for me to join Misaka in our quarters and, hopefully, enjoy the first decent night's sleep I'll have had in a week. That special sleeping-bag-thing I bought today from a very understanding gentleman in Vieques' bazaar should make it easier.
Misaka will now be able to serve me as a giant teddy bear I can cuddle with until I fall asleep. That rather awkward and unappealing ratchet tie-down system that I had to use to keep myself from floating away from my bed - which also made cohabitation within itself rather awkward - can be pissed off and replaced with a more intimate slumber solution.
Now that I think about it this will be the first time we've, literally speaking, slept together. The single bunks never really leant themselves to doing so, although they thankfully did not hinder the other things which can occur within a bed. It's a pity my sex drive seems to have taken a holiday. I suppose it's understandable considering the rest of me wants one too.