I'm nervous. I am seven months pregnant, I'm cramping, I'm tired, I'm moody and it's the forth of July. I'm due in less than two months. Everyone is going to be here in five minutes and last time I saw any of them I was four months.
"Nothing fucking fits me!" I fling another pair of jeans at Peeta.
"You look perfectly fine in what your wearing." He says.
"I look like a fucking elephant i'm what in wearing!" I shout.
"You do not." He argues.
"Yes I do! I look like the fastest fucking person that ever lived! I'm bigger than fat fucking Albert! Why the hell can't I fit in anything!" I shout. I hear the front door slam. Im in the closet in a hideous maturity dress. "This is gross! God dammit! I'm about to go in nothing!" I scream at him. "I'm such a fucking fat ass. I can't even fit in my own damn body!" I start ripping things off of hangars and flinging all of them at him from the closet. I don't find a single thing. "Dammit Peeta! This is YOUR fault!" I shout at him.
"How the hell is it my fault!" He argues. I've pissed him off.
"Because YOU got me pregnant!" I scream at him. I can hear our family laughing in the living room.
He exhales sharply. "Well I'm sorry." He says.
"Don't fucking apologize! I'm pregnant with your ducking child! You should be grateful you fucking bastard!"
He sighs loudly.

PEETAS POV

I'm not mad at her. I know this isn't Katniss talking. This is her pregnant moody painful body talking.
And it's quite amusing.

KATNISS'S POV

"Why are you laughing!" I shout at him.
He laughs harder.
"Stop! It's not funny!" I scream.
"I'm sorry." He says.
"Stop apologizing! Your fucking annoying!" I shout.
"Just wear jeans and a tee shirt." He sighs.
"I don't like these! Their for fatasses!" I throw them at him. "And these are hideous! Why can't I have the Hallie now! I want to go back to my old size! Why the hell did you have to get me pregnant! Why can't I have been done with this in a week and two days! One month and a day and boom!" I punch the wall. "Just like that, the baby is born, I'm not a fatass, problem SOLVED! But no! Because it takes too long to grow! So I'm stuck as a fatass for nine months! And then another two weeks after that, so I can go back to my normal size! I miss size zero! Not 6 with a trillion zeros on the end!" I scream. "And these, don't even get me started! These are ugly, this is hideous, I'm not eighty, this is fucking disgusting, these look like something Lady Gaga would wear!" I fling more clothes at him.
"What about those?" He points to a pair of jeans on the floor that are so cute.
"SIZE FUCKING ZERO!" I shout. "And look at these!" I shout. "Fuck this! FUCK EVERYTHING! IM NOT GOING!" I sit down on the floor and cross my arms, glaring at the wall.
"Your going to make your back hurt worse if you keep sitting like that." Peeta says.
"Do you think I care!" I snarl.
Prim, who sees me every day walks into my room and hands me a whole bunch of clothes. "There." She tosses me some shoes and leaves.
I go through them. Some are like my old clothes. I find white jeans and pull them on and then get just a tank top that's loose and pull that on, and then the shoes, which are Toms.
"There, are you good now?" Peeta asks.
"I'm not going to be good until I have the fucking baby and I can wear my old fucking clothes." I snap as I walk past the living room to the kitchen. He follows me. "I don't understand why you had to get me pregnant in that damn shower. I don't get it. Why don't you just pleasure yourself instead of knocking me up!" I shout.
"Is that what you want?" He demands.
"No, but still, why do I have to be such a huge fatass?" I demand.
"Your not a fatass." He argues.
"Yes I am." I snap. I search for the pickes. "Who ate my fucking pickles?" I shout.
"You finished them last night remember?" He asks. The restaurant is closed today.
"No. I didn't. Someone else did. I didn't take any pickles last night." I say as I storm downstairs. He grabs my purse and waves everyone to follow, whispering something that makes them laugh. I almost trip on the stairs but Dad steadies me. "I don't need help! Let me go!" He doesn't bother yelling at me. Even Effie isn't trying to scold me. I walk into the kitchen and get the pickles for the restaurant and go back upstairs. "Unlock the fucking door!" I shout.
"No." He says.
"Why not!" I snap.
"Because we have to go." He says.
"Well then I'm not going." I sit down and stare up at him.
"God. Prim did this all the time." Alex says.
"What did you do when she did this?" Peeta waves at me and I glare at him.
"This." Alex takes the pickles and sets them on the floor, and then he picks me up and carries me down the stairs, ignoring every swear and smack he gets. He buckles me into the car and then shuts the door. Everyone hurriedly gets in and the whole time there, I complain. Today is just one of those days that I'm not allowed to work because everything pisses me off.
"Even my fucking ankles are fat." I grumbles. Hallie starts to kick me. I ignore her because I love her, but it begins to get annoying. "Stop it!" I smack my stomach. She stops for a second and starts right back up again.

PEETAS POV

Everyone is watching Katniss fight with Hallie, who is kicking the crap out if her. Katniss keeps smacking her stomach and then give up. "Your a pain in the ass, you know that?"

...9...

I have to take her to the bathroom six times and the while time she complains how she can't see her feet. She sits down on the edge if the docks after a whole and hangs her feet in the water. She doesn't say anything, and she's lost in her own thought.

KATNISS'S POV

I'm a bitch. I said so many rude things to Peeta, I don't let him kiss me or hold my hair or hug me or anything. I call him all these nasty names, too. I stare into the ocean at my reflection as tears slide down my cheeks. I have my hands on my belly. I called my own daughter a pain in the ass. "Mama's sorry." I whisper, barely audible. She rolls, telling me she heard me. Someone puts their hand on my back and then sits down next to me. Peeta.
"You okay?" He asks. I lean against him.
"I'm a terrible wife and a terrible mother." I whisper.
"No your not." He says.
"Yes I am. I treat you horribly. I don't even let you touch me anymore."
He usually would be holding my hand, but his hands are just on his thighs. I grab his hand and raise it to my lips. "I'm sorry. I do love you, I just...I'm so uncomfortable all the time. I can't stand sleeping on my back and that's the only way I can sleep. I don't know Peeta. I'm so sorry."
He wraps on arm around me and pulls me closer.
"It's okay. I understand. I love you too."
Fireworks explode in the sky, making me jump so bad that I fall into the ocean. Peeta helps me out, but he's laughing so hard, and so is the rest of my family, and me. We're all laughing.