HOLY COW!!! IT IS PART MOO, er, TWO!!!!! I Am So Excited I Am Taking On The Characteristics Of A Bovine!!!!! Udderly Ridiculous Eh?
Chapter XI
It Aint Over Until The Fat Lady Has Sung Her Last Tune And Keeled Over
"My, aren't you looking marvelous." A voice from an imperceptible person issued from one of the people blockading her from freedom. Though this was on office party and most of these people worked with everyday, she couldn't for the life of her figure out their names.
"Thank you," Jane managed with a half-hearted, wry smile and nonchalantly tipped her wineglass up to her lips, covering the bottom half of her face as her eyes shot desperately through the party, looking for her husband.
"So how far along are you?" Another person asked, and she reluctantly lowered her glass. "About nine months." She smiled again into the crowd as they threw more questions at her.
"When are you due?"
"Next week." She sipped on her water from the wineglass.
One of her hands was clasped around the glass of water, while her other protectively cradled her swelled belly that bulged out from beneath her new silver gown, still looking like a million dollars.
Eddie had put up objections for Jane to come to the party and stay at home in bed, but she just kept contradicting him and putting on her makeup, ignoring his warnings.
Finally, in the car, they had struck out an agreement that she was only to stay until ten and then she had to be home, in bed.
As soon as they had stepped into the door, they had been separated; a mass of people shoved between them and slowly began moving them away from each other, as if it was a plan.
As Jane's eyes skimmed the crowd of decorated people, more questions bombarded her and she began answering them without forced graciousness.
"Have you found out what it is?"
"It's a girl."
"Oh really, what are you going to name her?"
"Uh, we don't know."
Suddenly, her eyes caught Eddie's head as he stood talking with some bald guy with patches of thinning gray hair neatly combed over. She stared desperately at him for a moment before he finally caught sight of the fact that she was staring at him.
She read his lips as he said, "excuse me," and pushed past the old man, coming towards her. But suddenly, he was intercepted by Ray Brown.
Eddie turned to her in his own desperation and shrugged, signaling that he could go nowhere. Jane sighed and nodded dishearteningly, turning back to the voices still colliding with her ears.
"Uh, pardon me?" She said meekly, trying to step back into the conversation.
"That's quite alright dear," A voice said kindly, "I just said that you should be proud that you have Eddie."
"Yes, I am. Thank you." She tried politely as she looked into the people to see where the comment had come from, but failed.
Jane began to feel exhaustion slide through as she thought desperately for a reason to split. "Uh, excuse me," She thought of a good one, "I have to go to the restroom."
To her surprise, the people split like a gate and allowed her through, and she felt silly waddling around with a kicking fetus supported on her screaming hips. She sighed as she saw freedom in sight, but jumped slightly as a hand grabbed her elbow.
She spun on her heel, seeing Liz smiling lightly at her as they averted their direction into the closed bedroom across the hall from the bathroom.
"I see you saved yourself," Liz whispered into her ear as they closed the door behind them, shutting out the loud music and thunder of conversations.
"Just barely," Jane unintentionally moaned as she sat down at the edge of the bed, her legs spread to allow the settling of her monstrous belly.
Liz laughed and kneeled on the floor in front of Jane, placing a hand on her knee. They sat there a moment and Jane let her head fall back and her eyes close.
"Sucks, doesn't it?" Liz asked, and Jane didn't bother to pick her head up to answer.
"What sucks?"
"Being pregnant." Liz said with a smile and rose from the floor, taking a seat next to Jane on the bed, as she laid out.
"Oh I don't know," she joked and slid back so that she was laying on her back, her hand placed protectively on the top of her stomach. "Looking like a cow, eating like a pig, and having your ankles kill you twenty-four, seven. Yeah. It does."
"Is there anything good about it?" Liz asked hopefully.
"Why? Are you planning to be too?"
"No. Well, I don't know, maybe." She couldn't seem to make up her mind.
"Then, I guess, the good thing about being pregnant is that you get pampered more than you usually would." Jane smiled.
"And Eddie has been sleeping on the couch for the past three months." Jane seemed somewhat depressed as she said it.
"Is that bad?"
"I miss sleeping with him next to me. I think the poor guy's scared."
"Of what?"
"I think he's scared that he's going to screw something up. This is the first baby that he's actually ever been committed to."
"Poor guy," Liz breathed out.
"Yeah," Jane sighed again and began to push herself up, but stopped. "You want to feel something?" Jane asked with a smile.
"What?"
"Give me your hand," Liz allowed Jane to guide her hand across her belly as she tried to find the spot.
"Feel that?" Liz waited for a second, then shook her head.
"Here," Jane moved Liz's hand around again quickly before finally finding it, and Liz smiled enthusiastically.
"Have you figured out a name yet?" Liz asked.
"Eddie and I haven't decided yet, but we're probably going to go along the lines of M or S."
"Just so long as it isn't the name of one of Eddie's girlfriends right?" Liz joked and Jane nodded her head, laughing with her.
"Yeah-" She began to say, but suddenly fell short as he face twisted into pain and she let out a horrifying groan.
"Jane? Jane are you alright?" Liz suddenly turned frantic as she tried desperately to help her friend, who was now writhing on the bed in pain. "Oh shit, what do you want me to do?"
Jane let out another horrible moan and bunched the bed sheets in her fingers, her face passing from wave of pain to wave of pain.
"…Get…Eddie…now…"
"…It's…time…"
Chapter XI
It Aint Over Until The Fat Lady Has Sung Her Last Tune And Keeled Over
"My, aren't you looking marvelous." A voice from an imperceptible person issued from one of the people blockading her from freedom. Though this was on office party and most of these people worked with everyday, she couldn't for the life of her figure out their names.
"Thank you," Jane managed with a half-hearted, wry smile and nonchalantly tipped her wineglass up to her lips, covering the bottom half of her face as her eyes shot desperately through the party, looking for her husband.
"So how far along are you?" Another person asked, and she reluctantly lowered her glass. "About nine months." She smiled again into the crowd as they threw more questions at her.
"When are you due?"
"Next week." She sipped on her water from the wineglass.
One of her hands was clasped around the glass of water, while her other protectively cradled her swelled belly that bulged out from beneath her new silver gown, still looking like a million dollars.
Eddie had put up objections for Jane to come to the party and stay at home in bed, but she just kept contradicting him and putting on her makeup, ignoring his warnings.
Finally, in the car, they had struck out an agreement that she was only to stay until ten and then she had to be home, in bed.
As soon as they had stepped into the door, they had been separated; a mass of people shoved between them and slowly began moving them away from each other, as if it was a plan.
As Jane's eyes skimmed the crowd of decorated people, more questions bombarded her and she began answering them without forced graciousness.
"Have you found out what it is?"
"It's a girl."
"Oh really, what are you going to name her?"
"Uh, we don't know."
Suddenly, her eyes caught Eddie's head as he stood talking with some bald guy with patches of thinning gray hair neatly combed over. She stared desperately at him for a moment before he finally caught sight of the fact that she was staring at him.
She read his lips as he said, "excuse me," and pushed past the old man, coming towards her. But suddenly, he was intercepted by Ray Brown.
Eddie turned to her in his own desperation and shrugged, signaling that he could go nowhere. Jane sighed and nodded dishearteningly, turning back to the voices still colliding with her ears.
"Uh, pardon me?" She said meekly, trying to step back into the conversation.
"That's quite alright dear," A voice said kindly, "I just said that you should be proud that you have Eddie."
"Yes, I am. Thank you." She tried politely as she looked into the people to see where the comment had come from, but failed.
Jane began to feel exhaustion slide through as she thought desperately for a reason to split. "Uh, excuse me," She thought of a good one, "I have to go to the restroom."
To her surprise, the people split like a gate and allowed her through, and she felt silly waddling around with a kicking fetus supported on her screaming hips. She sighed as she saw freedom in sight, but jumped slightly as a hand grabbed her elbow.
She spun on her heel, seeing Liz smiling lightly at her as they averted their direction into the closed bedroom across the hall from the bathroom.
"I see you saved yourself," Liz whispered into her ear as they closed the door behind them, shutting out the loud music and thunder of conversations.
"Just barely," Jane unintentionally moaned as she sat down at the edge of the bed, her legs spread to allow the settling of her monstrous belly.
Liz laughed and kneeled on the floor in front of Jane, placing a hand on her knee. They sat there a moment and Jane let her head fall back and her eyes close.
"Sucks, doesn't it?" Liz asked, and Jane didn't bother to pick her head up to answer.
"What sucks?"
"Being pregnant." Liz said with a smile and rose from the floor, taking a seat next to Jane on the bed, as she laid out.
"Oh I don't know," she joked and slid back so that she was laying on her back, her hand placed protectively on the top of her stomach. "Looking like a cow, eating like a pig, and having your ankles kill you twenty-four, seven. Yeah. It does."
"Is there anything good about it?" Liz asked hopefully.
"Why? Are you planning to be too?"
"No. Well, I don't know, maybe." She couldn't seem to make up her mind.
"Then, I guess, the good thing about being pregnant is that you get pampered more than you usually would." Jane smiled.
"And Eddie has been sleeping on the couch for the past three months." Jane seemed somewhat depressed as she said it.
"Is that bad?"
"I miss sleeping with him next to me. I think the poor guy's scared."
"Of what?"
"I think he's scared that he's going to screw something up. This is the first baby that he's actually ever been committed to."
"Poor guy," Liz breathed out.
"Yeah," Jane sighed again and began to push herself up, but stopped. "You want to feel something?" Jane asked with a smile.
"What?"
"Give me your hand," Liz allowed Jane to guide her hand across her belly as she tried to find the spot.
"Feel that?" Liz waited for a second, then shook her head.
"Here," Jane moved Liz's hand around again quickly before finally finding it, and Liz smiled enthusiastically.
"Have you figured out a name yet?" Liz asked.
"Eddie and I haven't decided yet, but we're probably going to go along the lines of M or S."
"Just so long as it isn't the name of one of Eddie's girlfriends right?" Liz joked and Jane nodded her head, laughing with her.
"Yeah-" She began to say, but suddenly fell short as he face twisted into pain and she let out a horrifying groan.
"Jane? Jane are you alright?" Liz suddenly turned frantic as she tried desperately to help her friend, who was now writhing on the bed in pain. "Oh shit, what do you want me to do?"
Jane let out another horrible moan and bunched the bed sheets in her fingers, her face passing from wave of pain to wave of pain.
"…Get…Eddie…now…"
"…It's…time…"