A/N: Sorry about the confusing updating pattern, but I've gone back and fixed a few mistakes. If you have any sweet pregnancy moment prompts you would like to submit you can PM me or leave it in the reviews. I'm sorry if I do not use yours, but I feel it is more disrespectful if I write something just for the sake of writing rather than actually having an idea and inspiration for the prompt (or if the idea doesn't fit in with this storyline I might post it as a oneshot, in which case any Romione or Hermione and her father moment would do).
Sorry for the long note. Enjoy and please review.
It was a few days after the couple had told their parents that they were expecting. Hermione opened her eyes to find that Ron wasn't in bed next to her. Instead, he entered the room carrying a plastic bag and a ridiculously large piece of cardboard. "Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione asked sleepily. "You're up" he said with a kiss. "Good morning. I repeat: what are you doing?" she answered.
Ron dove into a very excited explanation. Since Hermione would only be pregnant once, Ron wanted them to be able to remember everything. He was going to stick the cardboard to the wall and draw squares along the upper and right-hand sides of it. There would be one square for each remaining week of her pregnancy. In each square he would write down the baby's development, Hermione's symptoms, and any other notes about the pregnancy (such as cravings and sleeping positions, as he explained very animatedly). Next to the notes, Ron would paste a picture of the type of fruit or vegetable that matched the baby in size. In the remaining space he decided to mark Hermione's growing belly. He bought 8 different coloured 'safe' markers that he would recycle every eight weeks. After tracing the size and shape of her bump, he would write down the date and exact measurements.
"And you came up with all that last night?" Hermione asked incredulously. Ron nodded, looking quite pleased. "I don't want to forget a single thing. We can hang it in the nursery once the baby comes" Ron explained with a grin. "Hopefully I won't need all the open space on that cardboard" Hermione laughed. "Want to make the first entry?" Ron asked eagerly, ignoring her comment in all the excitement.
After taping the cardboard to the wall at a comfortable height, Ron led a shirtless Hermione over to the wall. She stood with her left side against the wall as Ron carefully used the red marker to trace her silhouette on the paper. He then produced a roll of measuring tape from the plastic bag as well. "May I?" he asked. "Did you cast an undetectable expansion spell on that thing? What else have you got in there?" Hermione asked, pointing at the bag.
Ron wrote down the date and Hermione's current size down next to the thin red line. "58.4 centimetres, not bad" he teased. She wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed tightly. "Thank you, Ron" she said softly, a single tear making its way down her cheek. "I love you" he whispered.
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Ron came home one night to find his 14-weeks pregnant wife hunched over the loo. Her knuckles were a ghostly white as she held on for dear life. Dumping her stomach contents into the bowl, she groaned a greeting.
Ron moved to gather her hair in his hands, securing it in a loose ponytail with an elastic he found on the sink. He hunched down next to her and rubbed gentle circles on her back. This was sadly hardly the first time he had seen her vomit, but at least this time he knew what was causing it.
Hermione's body refused to believe that there was nothing left to throw up, making her dry heave for several moments before allowing her to sink down into her husband's lap. While she was dry heaving, she felt like her back was about to break. She could feel her empty stomach pulling together in a feeble attempt to produce something to get rid of. Her eyes were watering, her head was spinning and her entire body was aching. She welcomed the feeling of the cold floor against her clammy skin.
Ron used a damp cloth to wipe her forehead. "I was going to ask how you were feeling, but I think I can guess" he said, helping her sit up slowly. "Ugh" she groaned, wiping her eyes with her wrist. "Have you been able to keep anything down today?" "Not since breakfast" Hermione answered. Since finding out she was pregnant, Hermione was forced to quit all practical Auror training and went back to helping Madame Pomfrey at Hogwarts three days a week. The morning sickness and stomach cramps have intensified over the past few weeks, and Hermione was almost permanently tired.
"I don't even know why they bother calling it 'morning sickness' when I am basically sick the entire day" Hermione complained. With her medical history, it was hard to find a moment in the past few weeks where Hermione hadn't been nauseous. "I'm sorry" Ron said as he pulled her to her feet. "What for?" Hermione asked, sitting down on the bed. "I feel I've made a rather large contribution to your current situation" Ron explained. "Do you need anything?" he asked. "Just sleep, although I won't say no to you rubbing my back as I fall asleep" she smiled tiredly. "Done"
Hermione crawled into bed, lying down on her stomach, a position she discovered she rather fancied over the past few years. Ron sat down next to her and slowly ran his hands over her back until her breathing evened out.