A/N: Wow, so many hits/reviews so far. I feel special.The identity of the person is still safelylocked up (I'm not say yes and I'm not saying no, Porthos1013). I changed the first chapter, made ita bit longer.'Steve' belongs to Dr. Dredd, so I don't own him or anything remotly relating to 'SGA'. R&R at your leasure.
"I feel huge. Not 'gain-a-few-pounds' huge or even 'that-time-of-the-month' huge, I mean HUGE! Like 'semi-trailer', 'wide-load' huge." I say as I try (unsuccessfully) to find a view that doesn't make me look like the Goodyear blimp.
Carson laughs at me from our bed and says, "You look as thin as the day I met you." Looking at him through the mirror I smile. These last months have been wonderful. The wedding was straight out of a fairy-tale; everyone came (except for Rodney of course) and we exchanged vows under a setting sun, we honeymooned on Earth; visited Carson's family and then my own, bringing Carson's mom along so she could meet my mom and dad. We told them that I was expecting and after we revived mymom she started giving me"parenting-tips".When we came back to Atlantis we moved into out new quarters and spent the last month redecorating. I sigh and make my way over to Carson, but a sharp pain makes me stop in my tracks and I wince. Carson sits up and asks concerned, "Wha's wrong?" The pain has passed and I shake my head saying, "Nothing, must have been something I ate." He leans back and I make my way onto the bed and curl up next to him. We lay like that for awhile until I feel the same pain again and then I suddenly feel wet. "Oh hell." I say, struggling to sit up.
"Wha'?" Carson asks, helping me up.
"It's time." I say standing. He doesn't say anything, just nods and in no time we're down in the infirmary. I'm yelling, cussing like a sailor and even coming up with a few words and suggestions that would make them blush. If my parents could hear me they'd wash my mouth out with fifteen bars of extra-strength soap. But I don't yell at Carson; didn't ask him how he could do this to me. I don't because, of course, I don't know that he actually did. I guess that I was making Steve and the nurses think too much about the act of conceiving so they give me an epidural and I quiet down. Some. Carson is next to me, white as a sheet, but wanting to be there for me. Then Steve says that he can see the head and the next thing I know there's a loud thump and Carson's on the floor. He passed out. "He's never gonna hear the end of this." I think, my laughter turning into a yell. Steve tells me it's over and I sigh. "Boy or girl?" I ask, my eyelids getting heavy. As I drift off I hear him saying that I have a healthy baby boy. I am so screwed.