May 15, Friday

I’m definitely pregnant again. I’ve been sick and vomiting off and on all day for a couple of weeks. Sónia noticed right away, but she didn’t say anything. At first I was nervous because of losing the last baby, so I didn’t want to make any announcements. It took Luiz a while to catch on, but when he did, he was ecstatic. I’m happy too, but nervous about the future.

Luiz and Chico are back at work as usual, and the kids are going to school every day. Work is a little rough for me with the nausea, but I sip water and nibble on crackers and manage to get through the days. I’m glad it’s autumn and things are cooling off, because I don’t think I could take the heat right now.

I can’t believe Carlos will be seven years old this month. He’s a sweet boy and he is doing really well in school, thank goodness. I was worried he might have trouble reading, like me, but he learned really quickly and often has his nose in a book. He is learning English in school and teaches me new words each week while I help him study.

Luiz and Chico come home right after work and they haven’t gone out to any workers’ movement meetings that I know of. Everyone knows the military is running the country but prices are stabilizing and things are calm so we all just settle into familiar day-to-day rhythms and try to ignore politics. I’m glad things are peaceful and I try not to think about bad things that could happen.