Alicia

I feel like puking. . . all over Senator Harrison's white starched dress-shirt.

Guess the lemon drink I took before coming out here is waning. I love my baby, I really do, and even though she's technically still a tiny growing seed - three months and counting - I'm just about ready to give her up before she's even made her debut.

That's how bad I'm feeling.

From the corner of my eyes, I see Ash striding determinedly toward us and I know if I don't do something to stop the anger rolling off him in waves, Senator Harrison's brains are going to be splattered all over the floor...