"I am in need. I've already let my only frocks out and they are still slightly too tight. I suppose I need room to grow." She placed her hand on the not so noticeable, slight roundness of her belly. She looked away and moved to fill the kettle with water she'd already drawn up and placed it on the stove, "I would certainly not mind for some help though." She lit the stove efficiently, having gotten used to cooking.

"It needs to be my Sunday best if I am to find someone willing to have me in the state I am in." She huffed a little when she felt a few cringes in her back as her body slowly readied itself for carrying the extra weight about. While the kettle was heating up, she mixed the tea combination she had come up with that wasn't just plain, Earl Gray.