APOV
It's been a blissful month; we moved back into the house three weeks ago, which is in now bigger than I ever thought possible. The nursery is done, we chose to have it painted blue with clouds and flowers giving it a wonderland theme. All of Alice's clothes are have been put away and I've gotten to the stage where I'm packing and unpacking my bag and folding her clothes over and over. I am ready to meet her now! I finished work last week and Christian has only been going in for meeting, working from home the rest of the time. He's terrified he will miss something and although I keep assuring him that I don't want him to miss too much work and I'm confident he could get to the hospital quickly if he wasn't at home, but he still insists on being here as much as possible.
I rock myself back and forth in the rocking chair in the corner of Alice's room, I have spent most of my time here over the last few days, it's still unreal to me how far Christian and I have come and how that one night changed our lives so much. I wouldn't change anything, despite the rocky start I feel so blessed with everything I have now, and I'd do it all over again to be in this position now. I hear the door and know Christian is home from work and I slowly manage to get myself out of the chair to greet him.
"Good day at the office my love." I'm making my way down the stairs rubbing my bump.
"It was too long; I didn't want to be away from you for that long." I wrap my arms around him best I can and kiss him.
"I'm sure It was nice to have a break from hearing all my complaining." I'm trying to lighten his mood, but I can tell he generally was upset to be away from me.
"I would listen to you complain all the time if it meant I could be with you. Now come on, we have to feed you." I groan inwardly, the last few days my appetite has been none existent. I'm not sure if it's the excitement of the giant baby making everything uncomfortable, but I've felt so sick. Christian won't have any of it and makes me eat three times a day, no matter how little I can manage I still have to eat. Although It's annoying that he forces me to eat, I know he has my best interests at heart.
"Please just a salad tonight, I can't bare anything more than that." I try to reason with him, and I'm thrilled when he nods and agrees. We head to the kitchen where Gail goes about preparing dinner, she's been so fantastic at making all my requested meals and I feel incredibly blessed to have her.
Christian eats his Mac and Cheese whilst I eat my salad and we talk about our day. I love hearing him talk so passionately about what he does, I find his passion an aphrodisiac and all I can think about is jumping him as soon as he has finished eating. I make a point to let Christian sleep and eat as much as he can, because I know once Alice is here, he's going to be so obsessed with looking after Alice and I he's going to forget to look after himself. Although just because I'm letting sleep and eat as much as possible doesn't mean I'm not having my fun, and I know the second his fork is down I'm going to be on him. When Alice is born, we have six weeks of no action so we're getting it out of our systems now.
"So how was your afternoon?" he pulls me from my very distracting thoughts.
"Same old, wondered about the house making sure everything was ready." I shrug trying to force a few more mouthfuls of lettuce down before finally calling it quits and giving up on eating anything else. I rub my stomach to ease the cramps I've felt for the last few days. I don't mention it because I know it's normal, but Christian will freak out and probably put me on 24/7 bedrest until Alice arrives.
As soon as he is done, I think he senses what I want and scoops me up. I always try to argue that I'm too heavy, but he refuses to listen and won't put me down. Carrying me to our room before setting me down, I grab his face and bring his lips to mine. Desperate and needy our hands wonder over each other's bodies. I start unbuttoning his shirt but stop when I feel an intense cramp radiate through me.
"what's wrong?" Christian asks but I continue, I don't want to make a big deal out of this. It's perfectly normal to experience cramps and pains. I don't respond but I resume what I was doing pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, bringing his lips to mine once more before I feel a sudden wetness down my legs and on my feet. I pull away from Christian and he looks at me wide eyed before we both look down.
"Is it… is that… is it time?" Christian stutters out, his eyes still wide with shock. I nod quickly, words failing me right now. Everything blurs as Christian starts rushing around making phone calls and grabbing our bags. I run to the closet and grab one of the night shirts I have, I don't want to travel in wet yoga pants, so I need to change. Once all our stuff is on the bed Christian helps me change and before I know it we're in the car. It's showtime!
