A/N: Alright well obviously I have never been pregnant and I have absolutely no experience with it, this is a chapter based on research on , so please forgive me if it's not entirely accurate

Jenny Shepard could barely tell she was pregnant the first couple weeks. Neither could her husband. And of course, the only other person at NCIS who knew was Cynthia, and she was sworn to secrecy. Gibbs made sure Cynthia was ready for when Jenny began her pregnancy symptoms, as he didn't want her to suffer during her pregnancy. Both Cynthia and Jenny had acetaminophen tablets in their desks for when abdominal pain kicks in. So when it did, they were ready.

Week 4

Jenny had just begun her paperwork for the day in her office. She reached for her cup of coffee

and took a sip. The caffeine seemed to go straight to her head. It created a sense of nausea in her body. Jenny leaned back in her chair and moaned.

"Director, are you alright?" Cynthia called. Jenny was sick of everyone treating her like a kid. Just because she was pregnant didn't mean that she couldn't take care of herself. So she ignored her faithful secretary, ignored the sense of nausea waving through her body, and took another mouthful of coffee. Jenny rested her head in her palm. Her doctor was right—she really should cut the caffeine.

Week 5

It was morning in the Gibbs/Shepard household. Jenny woke up slowly, lying in bed, without

realizing her lack of company. She sat up gradually, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Jethro…" she grumbled, and stepped out of bed. Immediately she was hit with a wave of nausea, so she ran to the bathroom and promptly threw up. It wasn't that out-of-the-ordinary now for her, and she simply made her way downstairs, where she was greeted by her husband.

"Hey Jen," Gibbs said, standing in front of the oven. Jenny saw that he was frying some eggs in a pan. "I made scrambled eggs for breakfast." Jenny stepped behind him and began to kiss his neck.

"Mmm…" she muttered. "Chocolate."

"You want chocolate on your eggs?" Gibbs asked, incredulous. Jenny nodded eagerly. Gibbs stared at her curiously before going and fishing some chocolate chips out of the cabinet.

Week 6

Jenny was lying on the couch in her office, trying to get some sleep. She was absolutely

miserable. She couldn't keep her eyes open to save her soul, but it seemed like every couple minutes, she had an urge to use the bathroom. And she was hungry. Really hungry. She had called Gibbs just a few minutes ago to bring her some food—she had ordered apples, olives, and peanut butter, which thankfully Gibbs was happy to oblige to. The door to her office swung open. Jenny breathed in his scent, which naturally smelt like Old Spice and sawdust. It was normally a pleasant smell to her, but now it seemed a hundred times stronger and ready to hurl. Suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore…

Week 7

Jenny and Gibbs were sitting down to dinner. It was, for the fourth night in a row, spaghetti

with mushrooms. Gibbs was definitely getting tired of eating it, but right now there were very few things that Jenny would eat, and most of them weren't very appetizing. But he gave in to her crazy cravings, just imagining what he would do if he had to carry around a baby for nine months…

Week 8

Jenny was leaning against the railing above the bullpen, watching her husband's team at work.

She was quite angry; as it was the first time she had to wear different clothes because of bloating in her stomach. She was fatigued, but she had forced herself to get out of her chair and stand up a bit. She was reluctant to do it at first, as any hint of movement recently was giving her a headache. But Jenny had hoped this was different. She stood watching her husband's every move, when suddenly, she ran back to her office, and promptly threw up in her trash can. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

Week 9

Jenny woke up in the middle of the night with an incredible need to use the bathroom. To top

things off, last night's dinner was starting to pay the price with heart burn. She reached in the cupboard for some medicine before using the bathroom. Her mouth, minus the heartburn, was annoying her, with excess salivation. Jenny had already brushed her teeth twice before she went to bed, but didn't think another could hurt. After brushing her teeth, she used to bathroom once more, (to be safe,) before heading back to bed, hoping she didn't wake her husband.

Week 10

As much as she hated it, Jenny had started regularly wearing larger clothes to cover to bloating

in her body. The cramps and cravings were getting worse the farther into the nine months she got. At times, the only thing she could do was curl up on her couch with two asprin, which she seemed to be doing quite a lot nowadays. The only thing that kept her going thought was the promise of maternity leave…

Week 11/12

Jenny had gotten an ultrasound recently, and was quite pleased to see the progress in the baby.

It looked like a tiny version of the child she was going to have—arms, legs, even small fingers, toes, and fingernails were visible on the baby! Jenny was ecstatic to see the growth of her precious child, and was surprised to hear, so soon, that the baby she was carrying was a darling baby boy!

A/N: Don't hate I did my best….I know it probably wasn't the best chapter but I tried. Writing about pregnancies is hard!