Christmas when your are pregnant really sucks. Like a lot. I am now 30 weeks pregnant and it is Christmas Eve and I hate my life. I'm fat. I waddle. I can't see my feet or bend over. I feel like a whale.

I've been laying in bed ever since I woke up and I need to shower. I got up grabbed some towels from the hall closet and walked to the bathroom. We've been staying with Mr. Sweet since winter break started last Friday. Two weeks away from school and chores. Thank the Lord. I was really reaching the end of my rope with finals and everything. I don't know what I'm going to do next semester when I have the baby. Theres no maternity leave from school.

I got out of the shower and put on some black leggings and a red sweater. I braided my hair on the sides and pinned them into a bun. I did my makeup and made my way down stairs for breakfast.

''Good morning Yacker.'' Eddie said with a smile. He put his hand on my lower back and kissed my cheek.

''Where's your dad?''

''Went to the store to get a few things for dinner tonight and tomorrow. My mom called. Asked how you were doing, how you felt.''

''Did you tell her shitty as hell?''

''No I said that you've been better and she said it's all worth it in the end.''

''She just better be cute.'' I said as I made a bowl of cereal.

''Oh Yacker no one could be as cute as you.'' He teased.

''Shove it up your ass Edison.''

''Oh I hope she's as sweet as you too!''

''It is too fucking early for your snarky mouth.''

''Ok OK.'' He said putting up is hands in mock surrender.

''Just shut up so I can eat.'' I said as I sat down across from him.

''Whatever you say.'' He said with a smile.

''You know you really aren't fat. You're just pregnant and you are still just as beautiful as before.''

''Stop. I am literally about to barf on your face.''

''Tally hoo! I'm home. Oh good morning Patricia. Nice to see your are awake.'' Mr. Sweet said as he walked into the kitchen.

Why is he so freaking happy all the time? Makes me sick.

''How do you feel?'' He asked as he set the bags down.

''Like a fat penguin.''

''Well not for too much longer.''

''Yeah one can only hope.'' I said under my breath.

~~~~~Christmas Eve Night After Dinner~~~~~

''Dinner was great dad.'' Eddie said as he took my plate to the sink.

''Yeah thank you.'' I added.

''Well it is getting late. I'm sorry the turkey took so long to cook.'' Mr. Sweet said.

''It's fine. But I am tired. Goodnight.'' I said as I stood up (Very slowly) and grabbed Eddie's hand and went up to our room. We both changed and got in bed and fell asleep.

I woke up and felt a slight pain.

''Fuck. I think I peed my pants. Damn. I am not a 2 year old.'' I grumbled.

I heard a low groan from Eddie.

I moved the blanket and went to get up and felt another sharp pain. This time it was much worse.

''Son of a bitch ow!" I screamed. This time Eddie was fully awake.

''Yacker you didn't pee your pants.'' He said sounding slightly panicked.

I looked down in the bed and saw blood.

MERRY CHRISTMAS. DON'T HATE ME. LOVE YOU.