Dear diary

It’s still more’n three months to go and I'm already feeling a little antsy. Looked at myself in the mirror yesterday, and can’t believe how fat I'm getting! I know Simon says it ain't fat, it’s his kid growing in there, but I've been eating like a horse and I don’t reckon it’s all baby!

Jayne went and got me some strawberries a few days ago, and I've been makin’ ‘em last. Just one a day. Okay, maybe two. But they seem to taste better. Guess it’s something to do with bein’ pregnant, but don’t see how. But eating one, feeling the juice run down my throat, the sweet pulp burstin’ on my tongue is like … well, it ain’t as good as making out with Simon, but almost! He’s been watching me eat ‘em, too, and that was sweet after …

Been thinkin’ about what to do when I'm too big to get under the engine housing, and the rate I’m going it ain’t gonna be long. I had an idea about talking to Jayne, seeing as he likes taking his guns apart, but somehow the thought of his big hands all over my machinery ain’t exactly … well, it kinda makes me feel a mite queasy. I did ask the Cap’n, since he fixed her up good that time when the catalyser blew, but he said he had other things to do. Captainy things. And I can see that, I really do. Hank’d be good, a’course, but he’s flying Serenity, so can’t see how he can be in two places at once neither.

I did have an idea of asking Inara, but when I got over laughing so hard at just the picture in my mind of her in one of her beautiful dresses up to her elbows in the atmo scrubber I kinda gave up on that! In the end I spoke to Freya, and she said she’d be happy to help, leastways until she got too big.

I can’t believe she’s pregnant as well – Serenity’s gonna have lots of babies before we’re through! The Cap’n keeps going on about the smell of diapers, as if he knows something we don’t, but I think that’s just Jayne. But I been showing Freya where stuff is, and she don’t mind getting her hands greasy, ‘n’ I reckon we should be okay.

Four mo