It was official, he had made it to the third trimester, Kurt thought as he rolled towards the edge of the bed, trying to get enough momentum to heave himself up but also trying not to disturb Blaine. Today was also the day that Carole was coming to stay with them, which despite his earlier concerns, he was actually very thankful for. He had greatly under estimated the number of things that, as their pregnancies progressed, were becoming more difficult and some even impossible. Driving was impossible for Blaine and extremely difficult for Kurt, and neither man could keep their balance well enough to reach things on the higher shelves in their house. Standing or walking for more than five minutes at a time resulted in swollen ankles, and putting things into and getting them out of the washer and dryer was impossible unless they used a yardstick to fish items out of the bottom. Even with the yardstick, he was almost certain that he was still missing some items if his decreasing number of socks was any indication. Carole would be leaving for Indiana at noon and would be at their house by sunset with groceries in tow and even though Kurt hated asking for help, he felt as ease knowing that there would be someone around to help when needed.
Once he managed to find his balance he made his way towards the bathroom to start his morning, frowning along the way because he just knew that he was developing a bit of a waddle, and while it was cute when it was Blaine, it was just frustrating when it was happening to him. He spared one last glance into their bedroom, smiling softly at Blaine's sleeping form, which was being supported by a mountain of pillows, and finally entering the bathroom to relieve himself and start a hot shower. After he'd finished he secured a towel around his waist and headed back into the bedroom in search of clothes, thinking about how he was probably going to be moving into a new wardrobe sometime in the next week. Blaine groaned as Kurt entered the room, signaling his reemergence into the land of the living, stretching his arms high above his head before rolling, with great effort, to the edge.
"I either need to be able to get up faster, or my bladder needs to be able to hold on a little longer", He mumbled sleepily, trying desperately to haul himself upright, "I'm going to end up pissing myself one of these mornings otherwise."
Kurt knew better than to laugh at the remark or the situation, fully aware that he'd be having the same problem in the coming months, but still finding himself unable to suppress a chuckle when Blaine ambled into the bathroom after finally righting himself. With Blaine out of the room, he turned his attention to their closet, searching out a pair of pants, fiddling with the elastic waistband, hoping to find that it had just a little more give so he wouldn't have to start stealing from Blaine's already limited selection.
"I've got a couple pairs of jeans for you", Blaine said, entering the walk-in closet and rummaging through his side.
Kurt sighed; finally giving up on the black stretch pants he'd been fighting with, "I don't want to steal your clothes, Blaine."
Blaine just shook his head and kept looking, "No, these are ones from before your last shopping trip, I can't wear them anymore", He murmured, "Ah-ha", He pulled a pair of dark wash and a pair of medium wash jeans from the shelf, handing them off to Kurt, "Those should work."
Kurt hummed in agreement as he finished getting dressed, wandering back out into the bedroom where Blaine was puttering around, "How are you feeling this morning", He asked, still concerned after the bout of Braxton-hicks contractions his husband had had the previous evening.
"Tired, achy, the usual", Blaine sighed, kissing his husbands cheek and then heading towards the kitchen.
They spent the rest of their morning lazing around and Kurt was starting to wonder why he even bother changing out of his sleep clothes when they rarely left the house, never had visitors, and altogether his pajamas were just more comfortable. Kurt made a simple breakfast while Blaine read that morning's paper, fidgeting uncomfortably the entire time and causing Kurt to worry that his husband was experiencing more discomfort than he was telling. Blaine was supposed to see the doctor for a checkup in two days though, and anything that might be wrong would be found out then so he'd leave it for now. By the time Carole knocked on the door, just after four that afternoon, they both felt as if they were about to go crazy; Kurt from being cooped up in the house for so long and Blaine due to just generally being uncomfortable. After helping Carole put away groceries, Kurt helped her get set up in their guest room and with some plotting on their part they managed to get Blaine in and out of the bath he'd been longing for.
They made it through the next two days with little problem and when Blaine's doctor's appointment finally rolled around, Kurt found that most of his concerns had dissipated. It was a shock to both men when the doctor informed Blaine that he was starting to dilate already and even after the doctor reassured them both that it wasn't anything out of the normal, Kurt couldn't help but stare at his husband as if he were a ticking time bomb. He really was though, as far as Kurt was concerned, Blaine could go into labor at any second and he'd be useless. Blaine had made the decision long ago that Kurt shouldn't be present during the worst parts of labor, not wanting to scare the other man over what was to come any more than necessary. He'd be confined to the waiting room for most of it, right up until it was time for their little girl to be born and only then, if everything went according to plan, a nurse would come fetch him so he could be present for the actual birth.
Throughout the next week, Kurt couldn't help but jump any time Blaine, moaned, groaned, rubbed at his back, or hissed at a particularly sharp movement. He knew that he was annoying the other man but he really was trying to tone it down, he was at least to the point of not running for Blaine's hospital bag every five minutes as he'd done the day after the appointment. A full nine days after the trip to the doctor, Kurt was finally starting to settle back into the mindset that they still had weeks to go, relaxing back onto the couch and dozing lightly as the television played on. It was just after eight pm on Sunday when he felt someone poking at his side; he swatted at the hand and rolled towards his other side, just on the brink of sleep when he heard it.
"Kurt, hey, Kurt, I think it's time", Blaine whispered, jolting Kurt out of his sleepy state.