Sam devoured her breakfast in record time, and Jack quietly refilled her plate. She smiled at him gratefully. They chatted some, discussing the finer details of their new life changes; where they would live - Jack's house was bigger and more family friendly - or whether Sam wanted to stay on SG-1 after the baby was born - she did, but she wasn't sure how she would feel after the baby was born, and she also wasn't sure if it was possible, as they hadn't exactly had a chance to speak with Hammond about it. Jack refilled Sam's plate several times, getting up occasionally to make more food. He watched her with concern for a while, until finally he got up, walked into the kitchen, and pulled a black binder off the counter. He opened the binder and began searching the pages for something, finally stopping and reading for a minute, his face growing more concerned as he read.

"What's that?" Sam asked as patiently as she could. She had a funny feeling it had something to do with her current hunger problem.

"Frasier printed out the information Sorteria left her so we could make sure we didn't miss anything. She gave one to everyone last night."

"Everyone but me." Sam felt a little miffed, being left out of her own medical concerns. "So what's the problem?"

"The doc figured we could share. Sorry I forgot to tell you about it."

"Jack? You didn't answer my question. What's the problem?"

He looked at her, wincing, before deciding how to word what he was going to say. "I'm sure it's nothing to be concerned about. It just.." He trailed off.

"Spit it out already."

He sighed. "Okay, it says your caloric intake should be five times that of a normal human or…"

"Or?"

"Or you'll start wasting away."

"Well that doesn't sound good. Is the baby at risk?"

"If you're at risk, then the baby is at risk." He replied, giving her a strange look. "But part of why you'll start wasting away is probably because the baby will take whatever nutrition it needs from your body without regard to your well-being. Baby only cares about baby." he shrugged.

"Okay. So what's the normal human caloric intake, two thousand? Holy Hannah. I have to eat ten thousand calories a day?"

Jack shrugged "Well, looks like your body is already telling you what you need, because you've already eaten at least… well, about two thousand."

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Sam said, looking down at her empty plate in disgust. "How many eggs did I just eat?"

"A whole dozen!" Jack replied, looking strangely proud. "Not to mention the bacon and toast."

"God, I'm disgusting." Sam pushed the plate away from her like it was offensive and buried her head in her hands.

"Hey! No you're not. You're pregnant."

"I'm pretty sure most pregnant women don't eat two thousand calories for breakfast."

"Well, no, but when have you ever been like most women? Pregnant or otherwise?" Jack teased, moving to stand behind her chair and rub small circles on her back. "Besides, you're going to have to gain at least twenty five pounds by the end of this. That's no small feat, given you have less than a month."

Sam groaned and buried her head in her hands until a curt knock at the door earned their attention. Jack gave her shoulder a slight squeeze before moving to open the door to reveal Sharlynn and Jacob standing on the snow covered porch. Sam shivered from the cold air that came wafting through the door as they bustled in, and rubbed at her arms absently. She looked down to realize she was still wearing the T-shirt Jack had abandoned the night before and suddenly felt very uncomfortable her father had just arrived.

"Hey Sammy." Jacob said, stepping over to drop a kiss on her head.

"Hey dad." Sam smiled back at him.

Well, she thought to herself, they're already here. Too late to change now. And hey, at least I put on pants. Jack made his way back into the kitchen and started to make the tea concoction Teal'c has shown him.

"Sir, it's okay I'm not nauseous." She said, not realizing she tagged on the honorific. Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at her. "What?"

"Sir?" Jacob and Sharlynn chorused. Jack simply smirked.

"Force of habit." She grumbled.

"Now, Carter," Jack said, continuing his task of preparing the drink. "I was told that you are to have at least two cups of this stuff a day. Why, I have no idea, but it probably says in that binder."

Sam sighed, and stood up to clean the dishes from the table. "Alright, fine. I'm gonna go get dressed so I can get a run in before my appointment with Janet."

Again, three pairs of eyes snapped over to stare at her, and Sam suddenly realized just how trapped she was. They weren't even going to let her go for a run? She's been itching for a ride on her Indian since they got back to earth, but the snow and ice had given her no option but to leave it in the garage. Now she was suddenly pregnant, and she wasn't even allowed to run. She was definitely going to break something.

"What? A girl can't run? You know, exercise is healthy." She said, daring them to challenge her.

Jack picked uncomfortably at something on his sleeve, and Sharlynn shoved her hands into her pockets. It was like they were mirroring one another's discomfort. Jacob shifted from one foot to the other.

"Sammy, didn't you pass out in the infirmary just a couple days ago?" Jacob said, looking concerned.

"Well, yeah, but nothing has happened since."

"But wouldn't it be prudent to allow one of us to join you on your run? I realize it may feel as though we are being overprotective, but I do believe Dr Frasier said not to leave you alone."

Sam closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed. Her eyes flew open in surprise when she heard Jack speak.

"Aw come on, she's been fine ever since. She could probably use some alone time. Let her go."

"I don't know…" Jacob sighed, then appeared to have some internal argument with himself for a moment. It was likely he was arguing with Selmac, a consideration that was proven true when he spoke next.

"Well, Selmac agrees with Jack. Looks like it's three against one. Don't be too long, kiddo."

—

After her run - which was quite freeing after spending the last few days being followed and watched like she may break at any second - jack drove her to the SGC. Jacob and Sharlynn had already headed in to talk to the General about something. What, she couldn't say. Jack was also in the dark. Janet cleared her, saying everything was looking normal, and she headed straight to her lab to look over Anise's notes.

So far, she hadn't learned anything except that the particular script Anise used in her notebook made translating it with Daniel's notes very difficult. She sighed and buried her head in her hands. This was definitely going to take some time, and Janet told her she had to be home and ready to go by 14:00 for wedding dress shopping. It was already 10:30, and she hadn't gotten any closer to understanding anything about the cuffs.

To top it off, she was really beginning to feel the effects of this pregnancy. Her breasts were sore, had been since day one of course, but she'd dismissed it thinking her period would start soon. The pain was much worse now however, and they were growing so quickly she was growing relieved she primarily wore sports bras, but was definitely in need of a larger size. She also found that she had an aversion to many foods, and no longer enjoyed coffee.

"Need some help?" A soft voice came from the doorway. Sam looked up to see Daniel standing there, hands in his pockets.

"Yes! How did you know?"

"Well, I was working on some translations in my lab, and Janet oh so casually dropped by and mentioned you might miss her dress shopping excursion if you couldn't figure out Anise's notes." Daniel replied, pulling a hand from his pocket to push his glasses up, then grabbing a stool and sitting next to her at the table.

"Dress shopping. Ugh, don't remind me." Sam groaned.

"Not too thrilled about that, huh?" Daniel grabbed Anise's notebook and flipped back to the first page.

"I know most women would probably be excited about the prospect of shopping for a wedding dress, and maybe under different circumstances…" Sam trailed off.

"Well you're not exactly the typical woman, Sam." Daniel said, smiling at her.

Sam laughed. "The colonel said that same thing this morning."

"Oh, so you're back to calling him 'the colonel.' Trouble in paradise?"

"Well, I can't exactly call him Jack on base."

"Why not?" Daniel asked, looking perplexed.

Sam sighed. "Don't you think we're pushing our luck as it is?"

"Well you're getting married to the man. I'd think that would be reason enough for you to get to call him Jack. Not to mention the baby…"

"That's the thing, Daniel. People will automatically assume I'm getting preferential treatment because of this situation. Never mind the rumors about us before all of this went down. I can't afford to slip up. Especially if I want to have any hope to re-join SG-1 after the baby comes."

Daniel shook his head. "The military is really strange sometimes."

Sam laughed. "Are you going to help me with this or not?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Well, I have some familiarity with Anise's handwriting from the whole armband incident, so I should be able to translate this no problem. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"

"Well right now I'm curious about its function during pregnancy. I had this weird… incident this morning. The Colonel said his armband started vibrating so he came looking for me."

"Okay, let's have a look." Daniel said as he began flipping through the pages.

He read a few words on each page before moving on, then finally stopped at a page and read through several pages before speaking again.

"Okay, it says here that the armband activates a sort of… surveillance mode when the fetus becomes viable. It tracks things like blood pressure and heart rate, as well as the mother's emotional state. Like Sorteria told us, it works on a cellular level and will also track for infection or foreign substances in the bloodstream. If anything is wrong with the mother, the father's cuff will vibrate to warn him the mother is unwell or in distress."

"Okay. That's interesting I suppose. And it certainly explains this morning."

"Yeah. Oh, it says here it will also warn Jack when you begin labor."

"Convenient." Sam said, laughing. "Well thank you, Daniel. Honestly it has been bugging me all morning."

"Sure, happy I could help! Now, what else are you working on?"

"Oh, well I have to eat ten thousand calories a day, so I figured I'd head to the commissary before going for my workout."

"Ten thousand?! That's insane!"

"Tell me about it." Sam grumbled. "Well, join me for a second breakfast?"

"Sure I'd be happy to! Oh, also be careful not to overstrain yourself working out. It's not good for the baby."

"Oh for… I'll be fine, Daniel."

"Just offering up some unwanted advice is all." Daniel said, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Thank you, Daniel. I'll keep that in mind. Now let's go eat."