4 Months Pregnant with Twins

I wake up in the middle of the night, I have to go to the bathroom.

Again.

I understand that when your pregnant, you have cravings, your stomach swells up because of the baby, and you have to go to the bathroom a lot, but this is starting to get out of control. And quite frankly, annoying.

When I return to the bedroom. I look at the clock and it's 3:34, so I try to go back to sleep.

I'm on my left, usually my comfy side, but it's not. So I try my right side, and it's even worse. So I just try to sleep on my back, and the back pain is unbearable. So I decide to get up and walk around a little bit.

First, I check on Rose, only to find my sweet daughter fast asleep in her bed. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Doesn't have any nightmare's haunting her beautiful little spirit.

Then, I walk into Mark's little room. Only to see just a bundle of blankets. Then I start to freak out and just picked up a few blankets to find my little boy sweating.

Peeta must've come in here earlier and thought he was cold. Such a wonderful father.

Then suddenly I feel a little lightheaded. So I take the blankets to Marks feet and go sit in the rocking chair Peeta bought during my first pregnancy.

I just sit there, and eventually I fall asleep.

I wake you in our bed. Peeta must've woken up to see I was gone, and went to look for me. Then found me in Marks room in the rocking chair, and carried me to our bed. He is so sweet.

I get up and fall back on the bed.

"Head rush" Huh, I guess I'm just really nervous about the next doctor's appointment. The next doctor's appointment is when we find out what we are having, what if something's wrong? I don't know what I would if something went wrong with this pregnancy.

Or something like that, but most likely I just tried to get up to fast.

Once I recover from the head rush I get dressed, and look at the clock, it's 9:13.

Peeta is most likely at the bakery, and with Rose in school, and Mark at Haymitch's for daycare.

I feel so alone.

So with that said I want something to eat. I go to the fridge to get some pickles and some peanut butter. Again with these cravings. Then I hear Peeta from behind me.

"The doctor said only to eat healthy food."

"Gah!" Was all I could say as I dropped the peanut butter jar. Peeta went to retrieve it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?" He ask apologetically.

"Yes and No. Please don't ever do that EVER again" I say. He really scared me. Me of all people. "Fine" Was all I could say when I grabbed the jar from his hands only to put it back in the refrigerator, and just grabbed some fruit instead. "So, not that I'm not enjoying you being here and scaring me, but, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the bakery?" I ask.

"Yes, I am, but when I woke up, you were gone. And I found you in Mark's room. Sleeping on the rocking chair. Why were you there anyways?" He asks.

"I woke up around 3:30 to go to the bathroom, when I came back to bed. I couldn't go back to sleep and I had back pain so I decided to walk around a little bit, and I guess I fell asleep in the rocking chair, in Marks room. Sorry I worried you." I say apologetically.

"It's okay sweetheart, just if or when that happens again, wake me up okay? Then if you want I could give you a back massage." He says, which makes me smile.

"You don't have to do that." I say. Touched by his words.

"You are carrying my children, it's the least I could do" He says.

"When will you ever stop owing me" I say, quoting him, and he smiles. "Are you nervous for tomorrow?" I ask.

"What, for the doctor's appointment? No. You?" He asks.

"Kinda, what if there's something wrong with the babies? What if I'm doing something wrong? I've never been pregnant with twins." I say scared and guilty all at the same time. Then Peeta comes and holds me. I was actually crying. I haven't cried in three days. Which is a new record, since The Hunger Games.

"It's okay Katniss. You're doing perfect. I talked to the doctor, and she said 'As long she eats healthy, has lots of rest and keeps herself hydrated, everything including the babies, should be perfect' " He says, and I trust every word he just said, and the crying slowly stops.

"Thank you, I needed that. Stupid hormones." I say with a laugh, and he joins. "I love you." I say falling into his arms again.

"As I do you, Katniss" He says softly.

When he loses his grip around me I say "Stay with me."

He was just grabbing a bowl of fruit, thinking of how I didn't eat anything today. Typical Peeta. My Peeta. My Boy with the Bread.

"Always." He says.