"Isabella Cullen, come out of there!" I heard Edward yell from the other side of the door.
"No!" I barked. I was comfy and no one was going to change that.
"I will break down this door! So help me God!" he hollered.
I sighed. He'd already broken down the door 3 times this week. I was starting to feel bad for the poor thing. "Fine." I said after a long silence. "I don't see what is so darn important about getting checked up ever two weeks." I grumbled as I slowly rolled my way off the bed.
Being an eight-month pregnant vampire certainly had its quirks. Instead of having odd cravings for chocolate ice cream and pickles, I was more in the mood for an irritated grizzly bear. I've been spending too much time with Emmett. Also, it didn't hurt as much when the baby kicks, as it would have had I been human.
Since the day that Edward and I had told the rest of the family our happy news, they wasted no time with preparations. Esme began clearing a room for a nursery, Alice immediately went shopping for maternity clothes and baby paraphernalia, and Edward would frantically yell for Jasper whenever he could sense one of my mood swings coming on. Which was often.
However, Edward was still somewhat uneasy about the whole thing. As happy as he was, he went through extra precautions to make sure I was healthy. Which meant several trips to Carlisle every month.
Carlisle, as a grandfather-to-be, was ecstatic, but as a doctor/vampire, he was dumbfounded. He was as clueless as we were about the situation. But happy nonetheless. He was even kind enough to bring home some pregnancy pamphlets. He said they might help explain what little human symptoms I was having.
"Bella, I know you don't want to get up. But it is time to go see Carlisle." He spoke gently as I tried, futilely, to pull on my shoes. "We can stop by the park to hunt afterwards if you wish." He said, trying to cheer me up. Hunting was a much more frequent activity now because of my cravings. Oh how I miss chocolate.
The second I stood up to walk out of the room, my not-on-quite-right left shoe snagged itself on the carpet. Causing me to fly forward and use the doorknob for support. "Gah!" I exclaimed as I wrenched open the door much to quickly. "Let's go!" Edward only laughed and guided me down the stairs.