(Meredith quickly found out that their baby had incredibly lousy timing…it was her first day back to work and though she hadn't drank a drop…she felt like she needed to vomit…Derek was chipper that morning…he never got hangovers which was even more annoying to Meredith that he was the drunk fool the night before…and she was the one hanging over the toilet this morning.)

Derek: Good Morn…(he stopped…seeing the look on her face) Oh…are you ok?

Meredith: Do I LOOK ok?

Derek: Is…uh…that a trick question? (she shot him a dirty look) You look beautiful sweetie…glowing really.

Meredith: Liar. (she pulled herself to her feet and slumped down to the kitchen for some dry toast. She started to feel better and almost laughed as Derek tiptoed in…walking on eggshells so as not to disturb her. She smiled at him, so he felt safe in approaching her…wrapping his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, welcoming the comfort she found snuggling up against him. He stroked her hair…kissing her forehead.)

Derek: Are you ready?

Meredith: I suppose. (they headed out to the car…she was quiet on the ride) I can do this right…I mean, the internship was exhausting enough without the pregnancy.

Derek: Well, I hear that the chief of surgery has a thing for you…so you should sneak in and nap on his couch during your breaks…he can probably be convinced to rub your feet…massage your aching back…

Meredith: …answer my pages and perform the procedures I hate…all of my enemas and rectal exams? I am carrying his baby after all…but don't tell my husband...

Derek: Whatever you want me to do.

Meredith: I was kidding obviously. I don't want any special treatment. I can do this, and I don't want to deal with people thinking I am getting special treatment from you.

Derek: You do get special treatment from me…do you think I make out with all of the female staff in my office…and the supply closet…and the exam rooms?

Meredith: No…not yet anyway…but when I'm all grouchy…and fat…and nine months pregnant you may change your mind.

Derek: Never…(he pulled into his parking spot at the hospital, kissed her, and the two headed inside.)

(Meredith was sitting in the locker room…Cristina came bounding in…)

Cristina: How are you feeling?

Meredith: I'm fine.

George: (rushing in) Mer, are you doing ok?

Meredith: I'm fine!

(Dr. Bailey came in to gather up her interns…)

Bailey: Cristina, get to the E.R. they have an incoming…O'Malley, deliver the weekend labs…and Meredith, how are you (interrupted my Meredith)

Meredith: I AM FINE! If everyone would just stop asking me that!

Bailey: I was SAYING…how are you going to work wearing that…get your clothes changed and get to the pit! (Bailey turned to leave, muttering under her breath) Like I care how she is…like I got nothin better to do than make small talk…some people actually tryin to work around here…now there's a foreign concept to these fools! (Derek was charting and smirked at Dr. Bailey's ramblings as she approached the nurse's station.)

Derek: How's everything going today, Dr. Bailey?

Bailey: Oh, just fine (muttering) except for your crazy wife.

Derek: She had a rough morning...

Bailey: Well boo-freakin-hoo…I've got a 2 1/2 year old that doesn't understand the concept of sleeping in his OWN bed…and also seems to have forgotten the concept of pe eing in the potty, so unless you p e ed in her bed last night…I had a rougher morning...you got that? (Derek's eyes bulged…a little scared of the woman…he rushed off check in on a patient.)

(Meredith was picking at her lunch from the cafeteria…why did this food seem so much more disgusting now that she was pregnant…she heard Derek's voice approaching from behind and perked up…trying to pretend as if she was feeling fine.)

Derek: I thought some homemade soup from the deli down the street might be nice…(he set down the soup in front of her…she nearly cried at the gesture…she was starving and it was one of the few things that actually sounded appetizing.)

Meredith: Thank you. (she ate the soup…well mostly just the broth…and a few crackers, but keeping something down made her feel much better.) I better go…Bailey is out to get me today.

Derek: Did you tell her the news?

Meredith: Are you kidding? She'll see it as a sign of weakness…I want to wait as long as possible.

Derek: She has a child…it seems to have…softened her a little…maybe she will be understanding?

Meredith: Are we talking about the same Dr. Bailey…how do you think she got the name the Nazi? (he squeezed her leg under the table…smiling at her as she rushed back to work.)

(Meredith's first few weeks of pregnancy were difficult. The schedule of an intern is obviously merciless, but she never complained…when asked she always said she was fine…she now knew where every restroom and garbage can in the hospital was…as the nausea came on quickly, and often. Very few people even knew about the pregnancy, besides Derek, her friends, and her doctor they were waiting until she reached 12 weeks to tell everyone else…and maybe longer before she got up the nerve to tell Dr. Bailey. She hid her nausea and exhaustion well, no one noticed…except Derek…he was thrilled about the baby, but it pulled at his heart a little every time he found Meredith curled up on the couch in his office or on an empty hospital bed in the hall, or when he saw her discreetly sneaking out of the restroom, knowing that she had gotten sick…she would just smile at him…and rush back to work. He tried to request her every chance he got, so that he could take it easy on her…at the end of a long shift Derek had an emergency craniotomy, Meredith had scrubbed in…they stood across from each other over the table…he was busy operating…he tried to stay focused and ignore the five shades of white her face had turned during the somewhat bloody surgery…

Derek: Are you ok?

Meredith: I'm…

Derek: Let me guess…you're fine.

Meredith: Well, why do you keep asking if you already know the answer?

Derek: Maybe I'm hoping that one of these times when I ask, you'll actually tell me the truth…

(he was closing up the patient, so she ignored him, and rushed out, discreetly getting sick in the garbage can in the scrub room, and scrubbing her hands at the sink as he came in to join her…he grinned at her…shaking his head at her stubbornness, she dried her hands …shot him a defiant look, and headed to the locker room to change. He looked for her in the locker room to drive her home, she wasn't there, he headed down to the lobby…a lump in his throat as he spotted her, curled up in one of the chairs, she had fallen asleep. He sat in the chair next to her…pulled her to rest on his shoulder and kissed her forehead…she opened her eyes and smiled at him)

Meredith: I'm not fine…(he smiled)

Derek: I know you're not.

Meredith: I'm pregnant…and exhausted…and hormonal…and fat…(looking down at possibly the slightest hint of a belly). Am I fat?

Derek: Noooo…definitely no…not yet anyway. (she smacked him and they both laughed) You look beautiful…but also very, very tired. I just don't want you to overdo it.

Meredith: Derek, that's the definition of intern…that doesn't change just because I chose to have a baby.

Derek: Even if it's the chief of surgery's baby?

Meredith: Especially because it's the chief of surgery's baby…I have to be treated just like anyone else or the female interns will never stop whining…they're mad enough that I get to sleep with you every night…

Derek: TOTALLY understandable…(smirking) speaking of which…let's go home.

Meredith: To SLEEP…that's it...

Derek: You always say that…and somehow you always end up naked…(he playfully swatted her bottom as the two hurried out to parking lot)