I'm so fat. When did I get so big? Why did I let myself get so big? I poke my stomach a few times and then look over at Santana who's fast asleep next to me. This is all her fault. Do you hear me? This is all your fault, you did this to me I mental yell at her. You made me fat. I grab my pillow at throw it at Santana's head.
"What the…" I watch her wake up in panic. "Did you just throw a pillow at me?"
"I'm fat and you're the reason why" I tell her and I can see the confusion on her face.
"What?"
"You made me fat. I'm fat" I pout and she lets out a small laugh. "You think my fatness is funny? Do you have some weird whale fetish?"
"Rach you're not fat and you don't look like a whale" She tells me still laughing.
"Stop laughing and look at me. Look at this" I start poking my stomach again. "Fat, fat, fat"
"If you keep poking your stomach like that the baby is going to think its name is fat" My eyes go wide. I didn't even think of that.
"Oh my god, no, no baby that's not your name" I say to my stomach. "Baby" I start pushing my stomach in different spots until I feel movement. "Fat is not your name okay. I'm sorry I was saying that"
"Not even born yet and your already making him or her have body issues" I glare at Santana. "Kidding" She gives me a wide smile but I just roll my eyes at her. "Can we please go back to sleep now?"
"I can't sleep" I tell her with a sigh. "Doesn't matter how I position myself I'm just too fat to sleep"
"You're not fat. You have a baby inside of you. My baby" Santana moves closer and kisses my stomach. "Just hang in there a little longer. We only have a week left to go"
"I wish the baby would come out now. Can that be my Christmas wish? Can you please make that happen?"
"You wished for the baby to come out for Hanukkah and it didn't happen so what makes you think the baby will come out for Christmas?"
"I don't know. It will be my Christmas miracle if she or he does"
"Look at the clock" I turn and see the clock and it says 5:35 am. "It's already Christmas and the baby isn't here" I sigh. "Just one more week okay. Just one more week and we'll have our baby and we'll get to see if it's a boy or girl" Santana starts rubbing my stomach and oddly enough it's soothing and before I know it I can feel myself drifting off to sleep.