A/N: Hey guys! I'm back at this. Uh, I just had an idea for Rory's pregnancy but with a twist.

So a little bit of backstory, Rory and Jess are married (yes Literati ftw) and this is their first child on the way. And basically it goes through the nine months of her pregnancy with each chapter resembling one month. Through these months, Rory goes through different cravings and so Jess is there to witness it all and the whole story is from his perspective.

I would love for you guys to give me some ideas on what next month's cravings for Rory could be. As always, hope everyone likes and enjoys!

Disclaimer: Whoops, I'm too broke to own Gilmore Girls. pls don't sue me.

First Month

For the past four weeks, my wife has been living on crackers.

As a concerned husband and someone who's seen a couple of pregnancies here and there on television and in various people, I knew about morning sickness and the havoc it wreaks on pregnant ladies and their stomachs. When I found out Rory was pregnant, I assumed she would be facing a couple mornings of sickness and runs to the bathroom.

Boy, was that an understatement.

Rory has literally been living on saltine crackers. This whole month, munching of saltine crackers and crumbs would be everywhere. We could not leave home without it. Leaving the house? Grab the box off the counter. Going to dinner? Tuck them in the purse. Watching

a movie? Better get used to the crunching from the other side of the couch, Mariano.

One time, early on into the month, I made the horrible mistake of forgetting to bring the saltine crackers when we were having dinner with Lorelai and Luke. As we were already running late, the thought of grabbing saltine crackers off the pantry shelf slipped my mind. I had only realized my mistake when twenty minutes into the car ride, Rory asked me to hand her the saltine crackers.

By the time we got to the restaurant, not only had I pulled over twice to let her throw up but she had pretty much called me every name in the book and swore up and down that she would never carry another child of mine.

Oh, the joys of marriage.

See, Rory's cute when she's mad. She's cute when she's upset, cute when she's freaking out... cute pretty much all the time. That could be because I'm married to her but, whatever.

And to tell the truth, pregnant, irate and almost murderous Rory is damn near adorable. But the day I forget to to bring the one thing that is helping my very pregnant wife's life bearable at the time –I was scared.

When something goes wrong, my adorable wife goes all out in her emotional reaction. And me forgetting the saltine crackers ranked pretty high on her catastrophe-meter.

So while my in-laws were waiting for us at a nice restaurant in downtown Philadelphia, I ran in and out of three gas stations and a convenience store to find a box of saltines to help my wife make it through the night.

A small price to pay for me, since she's currently playing incubator to my unborn child.

Thankfully, a little gas station on the very end of the street was stocked with my wife's favorite food of the month. She was able to make it through the meal (in which I couldn't order meat, since meat makes her especially queasy and I'm supposed to be showing my solidarity) without dashing off to the ladies room.

I feel bad however. It's only been the first month and it hasn't been so easy on Rory. And while she hasn't done the thing most women do and blame me for knocking her up, I still feel guilty.

You see, Rory and I hadn't planned to get pregnant. Not yet, anyway. The ink on our marriage license was barely dry. We spent a fantastic time in Cancun, relishing the feel of being together at last after so long. We came back to Philadelphia less than a month later and the stick turned blue.

Rory is sure it was conceived here but I'm pretty sure it's a honeymoon baby. I can't be sure but I have my hunch. Rory calls it "my writer's hunch".

With my fucked up background and family life, I thought it would be Rory to sit me down and talk about our life as a couple (almost family) together. But as usual, my girl surprised me and took it in her stride. I was the more surprised one out of the two of us. (three of us) She shrugged it off and said if it were to happen, it would happen eventually.

Part of me wonders if despite the ring on my finger and my promise to spend forever with her, she still has lingering doubts about whether we'll last. And then, another part of me wonders if she just wants the full family she wanted to have as a child.

My worries, however, have taken a backseat to her upchuck reflex.

She tells me to get used to it- in eight months, there'll be a whole new person in the house, throwing up on me.

A/N: Reviews are always appreciated! PSA- guys if you have a good idea for a new summary because my current one sucks ass. WhOoPs. Help a sista out and comment a good summary will ya? :)