Pregnant. I'm fucking pregnant. I can't believe I let this happen. This is no place to raise a child. I'm not mother material, never have been. I haven't told anyone yet, not even the father. It will be obvious soon enough.
Being locked in the vault for almost fifteen years does strange things to people. We've all retreated into our own sections of the vault. We barely speak. I'm the opposite of a social butterfly, but I found myself finding excuses to visit everyone once in a while just to hear another human's voice. AC is never going to let us out of here. We're going to die in this place.