[Nehetsrev]

Novlar 17, 1435

Since my trip up into the mountains with Ami', Calvin, and a few others (one of which I'll refrain from naming just for spite), I've been staying here at home and taking it easy. From the way my belly's bulging now, I'd wager I'll be giving birth in another three months or so. At least the nausia has passed, but I'm still getting the oddest cravings and find myself visiting the outhouse more often as well. Marianna has been an absolute gem through it all, and in fact she seems happier about the impending birth than I am. Danael's been very excited too, and I often catch him humming and singing quietly as he goes about his business when he's home. I'd probably be more enthused myself if my back weren't getting sore now. Oh well, just a few more months and then we'll have another voice to join the choir.

I've continued to give retirement more and more thought. It makes sense for me, I think. I haven't sold any of my hobby-works in litterally years, and even though I'm not the richest lady in town by any means, I do think we've got enough in the bank to live on for the rest of our days. Though there won't be much for our child to inherit when those days are done, so perhaps there is at least that one motivation in favor of continued adventuring. Still, with adventuring comes greater risk of passing away before our child should come of age.

And yet, sitting here at home these last couple months, I've felt that ever-calling itch to go places I've never seen, to embrace the action of melee like a lady in a great ballroom dance. Yes, the tickling curiosity to learn new wonderful things still nags at me. It feels absolutely horrid not to go and do. If I should choose to retire, will I always feel this way, or will I one day enjoy the mindless boring tedium?