Molly Weasley

Warded: Private to Self

I hate this. I am a strong pregnant woman, and nobody would doubt that. I have five kids and care for them while I am currently pregnant. I run about after boys all day long despite being eight months pregnant. I don't mind this, in fact I love it. What is driving me mad though is the fact I am useless. I can do nothing for the Order right now. I am about ready to burst, and it isn't like I am going to be going out to do anything any time soon. I am just restless and I want this baby out. I wish I could be of more help to the order. At least they aren't fussing about me sitting down, but then they probably don't have the courage to tell that to a mother of five with six just around the corner. I just wish I could be more help. I hate sitting here doing nothing but watching it all happen.

Warded to Andromeda Tonks

My dear Andromeda. I need a bit of girl talk and something not order related. I was wondering if you would care to come for tea, and let the kids play together?

My due date is getting closer. I believe I am about 34 days away from the one the nurse told me. I cant say I would be surprised if this one came a few days earlier though as they all have since Bill, Fred and George were extra early. I am wearing thin on this pregnancy thing. I am giant these days (not as big as last time round though). I would enjoy being able to see my own feet and it would be delightful if my current children would take a break Sadly I don't think that is within the cards.

I am raising monsters! I don't know what it is about today, but my children are complete terrors. Percy is sick, so I am having to look after him and he gets considerably clingy when he is ill. Normally I can leave him be and he keeps himself busy, but once he gets sick he becomes attached to my hip. So I have had to carry him around while I do the things around the house, plus attempting to put him down for a nap. Then there is Fred and George, nearly two and already being devious. It was like a game of war, Fred and George, vs Charlie and Bill. Obviously the older are winning, and I have had to separate them and fix things they have broken. I am not sure if the twins know they are the same team, because I have seen them tackling the other to the ground. Admittedly it is funny to see a 22 month old do that, as it is not that effective, but still this house is a disaster zone today. On top of the five that I have, number six has been kicking away as if the little one knows that their brothers are up to no good.

That all being said, I do love my family. I can't wait for Arthur to get home. He can handle playing with them for a bit.

( Mama Molly Weasley )