Morning, all! Sorry it's a bit late. It's been a manic week for us at this end. Thanks so much for all of your get well wishes for my mum. It's going to be a tough road for her over the next few months, so we've just got to keep our fingers crossed.
~ Three, Two, One…Panic! ~
Not only did I have to process that I was going to have not one, but two babies, I also had to deal with a man who was passed out on the floor!
"Emmett, be a sweet and remove the scanner from me, it's a tad uncomfortable right now," I said, trying to look over the edge of the bed at a slightly twisted angle. "Emmett! The probe! Get it out of me!" I hissed as he continued to look at the screen.
"Shit, sorry. There you go, all done. I can print off a load of pictures for you, and at your next scan, you can have it in 3D. They're so cool. You see so much more than on the black and white ones,"
"Emmett, your brother, is on the floor, passed out, and you're talking about scans?"
"It's fine, honestly. You should have seen him when he walked in on my sister and her girlfriend. He didn't know what to do with himself. He turned on the spot, walked straight into the door frame, and knocked himself out for two hours. Best night ever. Well, not for me. No one wants to see their siblings in that position, ever, but it was a good night. Edward here drank half his weight in beer when he woke up. His mother hit the roof, so funny," he rambled.
"Are you going to help him off the floor or do I have to do it?"
"In a bit, I just want to print off these pictures."
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Edward woke up ten minutes later with a nasty bump on his head but smiling. He didn't care about the grief Emmett was giving him because he was just staring at the babies. Babies! We're going to have two!
"I'm not happy about giving you any medications to curb the sickness, but it does explain why you've been so sick. Now, because you're gaining a little weight, I'm not too concerned, but if it carries on for too much longer, come back, and we'll talk about it again." It was good that Emmett got his Doctor's Head back on because I wasn't in the mood to deal with his playfulness.
"So, I have to go at least another few weeks of this?" I asked. I was now thinking of gathering a shit list. I could start putting down all the names of people that piss me off and then think of ways to get back at them. Emmett would, of course, be at the top.
"Princess, how are we going to have two babies? I thought it was going to be hard enough with one, and now we're going to have two!" The Prick almost wailed as I glared at Emmett and dragged Edward out of the small room.
"Can we please remember to not use the word 'we' when we discuss the babies? It's me doing all the hard work! And now I have to do it twice," I grumbled.
I didn't particularly like to see this man acting like a little boy, but his face was just the same as mine.
I had no idea how we going to cope with one let alone two babies, and the thought just freaked me out.
Having no idea what we were going to do next, I did my usual thing and huffed, rolled my eyes, and I walked out to the car.
"I have no idea what I'm going to do, but we do need to come up with the plan,"
Unwilling to let the prick drive a car home after his lovely bump on the head, I got into the driver's side. I had to pull the handle to slide the car seat back this is the downside to him being so much taller than me. I was such a short ass.
I reversed out of the parking lot as he gazed absentmindedly at the photos in his hands. If he still didn't look so freaked out over the fact that there were two little bundles of Joy were on their way I would have smiled and thought his behavior quite cute.
"How do you think the parents are going to react when they see not one, but two babies in these pictures?"
"I have no idea. I'm more concerned about what I'm going to do for the next God knows how many weeks. I really wanted Emmett to give me something to stop throwing up." I griped.
"Does it really make you feel that bad? Is there a way we can look online for some more natural ways of doing things? Maybe there's something out there that can help you."
"I don't trust those online sites. God knows what they put in those tablets."
"It's worth a shot, don't you think?"
"No."
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The baby books said to eat little and often. They also suggested foods to cut out, which was a bitch, because I loved everything they said not to have. This was all starting to take the piss a bit too much. Where was the glowing? I still wasn't at that stage and I hated it. And women did this more than once? Screw that!
"So, when are you due, Baby Mama?" Urgh!
"I have absolutely no idea,"
Realization dawned on me that I had walked out of the doctor's office without him even confirming when I was due. I was a bad mother. The babies weren't even here, and I wasn't even a good mother. How could I even forget to ask about when I was due?
I completely blame the Prick. If it weren't for him passing out, I would have been able to ask all the questions that I needed to. I even had a list, but no, he just had to go and pass out, acting like a teenager drunk on his first night of freedom.
"What you mean you have no idea?" Jessica asked.
"Exactly what I said. I have no idea. I had other thoughts going through my head at the time, like having Harry Potter's wand shoved up my vagina and Prick passed out on the floor like an idiot that he is,"
"I am not an idiot,"
"Says the man that hasn't been able to stop shaking since Emmett told us there are two babies inside me,"
"That doesn't make me an idiot, Princess. Just wait until you start freaking out about something to do with the babies,"
"I won't freak out about anything. I will be cool, calm, and perfect. I will read all the baby books over and over, and I will know when not to blow everything out of proportion. I will enjoy every minute of it," I sounded so much stronger than I felt. I was a nervous wreck!
"You say that now, Bella, but just you wait. My sister was a freak from the moment she found out she was knocked up. She cried and raged over the stupidest things. What additives were in the food, what was natural, and what was organic? Did you know that there was a big difference? Then she moved onto clothes. They had to be cotton and not polyester. Then she had stretch marks, spots, and greasy hair. I'm telling you, she freaked out over everything. Then she was worried that she wasn't gaining enough weight, then gaining too much weight. Was the baby the right size? Did the baby move the right amount of times a day? Then she started freaking out about the labor and would the baby be able to come out or get stuck? You say that you won't freak out, but just you wait. Give it a couple of weeks, and you'll have a whole list of things that you want to ask the doctor. Hey, you could even write a book about it."
I was growling. Like a deep, guttural growl that came from the pit of my stomach.
"Jessica, I really don't think it's a good idea you telling the princess what your sister went through. Every pregnancy and birth are different. The Princess might not even get stretch marks or greasy hair or spots for that matter. And I don't think she's going to be changing her diet anytime soon." Prick tried to soothe me, but had he seen my skin this week? You could play dot to dot with all the spots I had on my face.
"What's the problem with additives in food?" I asked, but I already felt my heartbeat speeding up. Was I eating the right things for the babies? I know the baby books tell you what you can't have. But there's not really much to tell you about what you can.
"There is nothing wrong with what you're eating, Princess. All the food that we cook has always been healthy, you are an active girl, very healthy, in fact. These babies are going to thrive, I promise, Princess. Jessica, don't even think about telling her anymore about your sister."
Prick guided me to my office as I fought to get my breathing under control.
"Princess, grab a book by the couch and read for a bit. Just chill out while I call Emmett and find out what he said about your due date. Then I'm going to get on with some work. We can talk more about this later when we go home."
And then he left me on my own…
Poor Prick. His mind is all over the place at the moment. I remember, quite vividly, panicking over what foods I could and couldn't have. The one thing I missed most of all was mayonnaise because I couldn't find a brand that didn't have raw egg in it. Sad days...
Now, on a serious note. I'm thinking about reposting some of my older stories on here. Which one should I start with first?