Monday, Sept. 11, 1972

Dear Diary,

I hate seeing Mom so sick still. Her ears are so plugged up she can't hear anything, and the doctor won't give her any good medicine because they could harm the baby.

Last night at dinner I was trying and trying to tell her something, and she kept saying, "What? What?" and so I just yelled it at her.

I swear it wasn't anything mean, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she started crying and left the room saying everyone keeps yelling at her. I tried to follow her, but Dad stopped me. He said being pregnant makes women emotional anyway, and adding this bad ear infection to the mix has really been hard on her.

Then he went to talk to her, and she came back and told me she was sorry. I had written her a little note while they talked, and it just said I was sorry, I didn't mean to yell at her, I just wanted her to be able to hear me and we hugged.

And guess what? While we were hugging, the baby kicked me! It was amazing! I can't wait for it to get born!

I wish she could have some medicine. After I took mine for a week I started feeling better, and didn't have to miss too much school. But I wouldn't want anything to happen to the baby, so...dang!

Candy and Cherry have been really nice to me lately. I wonder if I should just enjoy it, or if I should be worried. It's kind of nice to have someone to talk to every day. But it's weird, too.

Some guy has been watching me from the corners lately, and I haven't figured out who he is yet. I probably won't be able to until he decides to talk to me, but it is kind of creepy. I hope he's reading over my shoulder right now so he'll know it is okay to talk.

Catechism class tomorrow--I think I will stop after and light a candle for Mama, before I go to the library.

Your friend,

Emma