33. Rest
Why don't you go lay down, Diana? Maybe you should get some rest, Diana.
Those statements and their general variations were all she seemed to hear these days. Rest, rest, rest. That seemed to be everyone's answer for everything that plagued her. Well, Shayera recommended she walk as much as possible, since the doctors had told Diana to refrain from flying.
It was frustrating for Diana. She was pregnant, not dying. Of course, the pregnancy was a harrowing experience unto itself. Diana had no experience with this, nor did she know anyone who did.
Then there were the symptoms she had to deal with. The morning sickness (which lasted well beyond the morning), the bizarre cravings, and the increased libido were all a strange combination of things to deal with for everyone. Though, Diana admitted to herself, Bruce didn't seem to mind the last one too much. These days he seemed to be walking around with a perpetual smirk on his face.
"Oh don't you worry about that, Madam," Alfred assured her as he quickly gathered up the remaining stuffed animals. "I'll finish here," he said, glancing at the various other things that had yet to be unpacked for the nursery. "Why don't you lie down until dinner?"
Diana clenched her teeth, but forced herself to smile at Alfred. She knew he meant well. The older man was probably just as thrilled over the baby as she and Bruce. "Very well," she replied and slowly left the nursery.
She wanted to do something! Diana was not someone who enjoyed inactivity. Pursing her lips, she decided she would get Bruce to do something with her – something that did not involve their bed and that blissful feeling he gave her when…
Maybe they'd go out into the gardens for a while. The evenings were still warm.