I was wondering if anyone guessed the movie Henry caught Eddie watching...or did I go too far back in picking it out?

17 Weeks - Body by Baby

Eddie laid back across the bed and sucked in a deep breath as she struggled to get the button closed on her jeans. She fought long and hard, but knew she had lost yet another battle. Eddie pulled her tank top up and looked down across her once flat stomach. She couldn't deny it any longer - it was growing. She'd first noticed it less than two weeks ago, but at the time it was only noticeable to her and Jamie when she was undressed and to Jamie when he'd hug her. Her uniform had always been a little loose on her so she hadn't felt much of a difference there, but her street clothes, although she could still button up her pants, was definitely getting tighter.

But now? Now there was a definite and obvious swelling of her belly, which meant the time had come to put away all of her favorite skinny jeans and figure hugging, sexy little outfits that she loved so much. Heals would go next because she was told she'd get clumsier and lose her balance more as the baby grew. Goodbye to all her beautiful shoes that helped feed her denial of her truly small stature.

Giving up, she brought her arms over her face and groaned in defeat.

And that's how Jamie found her when he came searching for her.

His brow furrowed and he stopped in his tracks when he saw Eddie laying across their bed with her pants undone. "Hey, what's taking you so long?" Jamie asked. "We're gonna be late," he then pointed out. When she remained motionless on the bed, he became concerned. "Eddie, you okay?"

"No," she sniffled from under her arms.

Alarmed, Jamie approached the bed quickly and sat down next to her. He laid a gentle hand on her thigh, now worried that something was wrong with her and the baby. "What's the matter? Do we need to call the doctor?" he asked, ready to jump into action.

Eddie dropped her arms and looked at her husband, her face clearly pinched in annoyance. "What? No? Why would you think that?" she barked.

Jamie was confused. "Cause you look like something's wrong," he said cautiously.

"There is," Eddie confirmed and got up on her elbows. "I can't close my pants," she confessed. She looked down forlornly at the open fly of her jeans and let out a whimper.

"Huh?"

"My pants don't fit anymore, Reagan! This is it! When I start to blow up like a balloon and have to wear giant maternity clothes," she cried and let herself fall back on to the bed with another pitiful whimper.

Jamie didn't know how to respond to that, so he went with what first came to mind. "Well, it was bound to happen, right?"

Which probably wasn't the best thing to say based on the glare he was receiving - a glare that had him wilting where he sat.

Stupid, Reagan. He could hear Danny snickering at him in his head.

"Yeah, bound to happen. First my stomach will pop out, then the waddling begins and the cankles," she whined. She let out a sigh. "I don't want cankles," Eddie groaned.

Jamie stared back in silence, afraid to say anything else. He knew she'd had a rough night with the morning sickness that would just not go away, not to mention the hot flashes that had come out of nowhere. She'd been able to nap during the day and he had hoped she was still up for a night out with some friends to cheer her up.

So much for that idea.

He started to recall Danny saying something about mood swings and keeping your mouth shut and nodding. He wished he'd paid more attention to his brother's words of wisdom on marriage and family, seldom and few as they were. So Jamie kept his mouth shut and hoped that the look of understanding he was shooting for was coming through loud and clear.

"What is wrong with me?" Eddie asked and turned in his direction.

Jamie was a deer in headlights and prayed she really wasn't expecting an answer. He didn't have one, at least not one that wouldn't upset his pregnant wife. But she'd always give him a look like she really expected him to answer back.

"Why did I pretend this day wasn't going to come eventually, huh? Now I got pants that don't fit and nothing but yoga pants to wear. Erin and Linda offered to take me shopping and I put it off! What was I thinking?" Eddie ranted.

"You want to stay home tonight? I'll call everyone and tell them we'll pass," he suggested. That was all he could offer at the moment.

And suddenly her whole disposition changed before his eyes.

"No. Been stuck at home all day. Gotta get out of this apartment. Help a girl up, would ya?" she asked.

Jamie hopped to his feet to offer her his hand and helped her off the bed. He watched her retreating form and sat back down on the bed and waited, he just wasn't sure what exactly he was waiting for.

Eddie was rumaging around in one of the bathroom drawers, that much was obvious to him. After a few minutes, she came out of the bathroom, pants still undone and revealing her little baby bump which brought a smile to Jamie's face.

He loved her like this. He had never understood the whole pregnancy glow thing people would talk about, but he did now - she was radiant. He'd been oblivious to anything having to do with his sisters' pregnancies when they were having their kids. He was disinterested and too caught up being a teenager, getting through high school and then college, to pay any attention. So everything with Eddie's pregnancy was new and exciting, and sometimes strange, but his wife was changing everyday and he couldn't love her more.

Eddie disappeared into their closet, so Jamie waited some more. He could hear hangers shuffling from one side to another and assumed she was looking for pants that did fit, but when she emerged, she was still wearing the same jeans she'd been crying over a few minutes ago. Her legs were now tucked into a pair of knee-high caramel colored leather boots and she wore a red, off the shoulder sweater that came down just below the hip.

Eddie raised her eyebrows at Jamie. "You ready to go? Thought you said we were going to be late?" she asked him.

Jamie was still confused by the pants. "Did you get them to close?" he queried.

"What are you talking about?" she asked return.

"Your pants," Jamie indicated. "You got the button to close?"

"No," she said and walked out of the bedroom, turning off the light as she went.

Jamie sat in the dark and decided this was one of those times where it was probably best not to ask questions.

"Let's go, Reagan!"