Extras

Hey, everyone! I got some extras for you! I wasn't planning on posting these, but I felt like you guys needed something to tide you over until the sequel comes out. Enjoy!

This first extra is something I wrote, trying to figure out a pregnant Bella's moods. So enter, stage left: Mood Swings.

Mood Swings

I found myself humming a nameless, sweet tune as I started my truck. It was late October and I was feeling very strange, not my usual numbness that I had built within myself. As I drove to Newton's for my after school shift, I started singing the tune out loud. The la's and dum's rounding it out.

Lately, my mood had been all over the place. I couldn't control my emotions which led to my friends being very confused. Even though my moods were all over the place, a never-ending sadness stuck with me.

Had it only been several weeks since my life had ended, since everything that I loved had disappeared out of my life?

The tune faded out of my voice as the depression consumed me. By the time I reached Newton's, pain was snarling in my chest. I took several deep breaths and pushed away all my thoughts, wrapping my arm around myself chest in an effort to help hold myself together.

I ended up being fifteen minutes late because I couldn't get myself together.

I put on the ugly, orange vest and stood by the cash register. Mike was already there, stocking the shelves. He waved to me, smiling. I could barely give him a smile back. I saw the frown on his face before I turned away, sighing.

Today was going to be a slow day.

The next extra is morning sickness. Of course, a lot of these first trimester symptoms are not in Doing This Alone because by the time Bella figures out she's pregnant, she is just leaving her first trimester and entering her second. Poor Bella, she had all the signs, but her pain blinded her from the truth.

Sick in the Morning

I flung out of my bed, holding a hand over my mouth as I raced to the bathroom. I made it just in time as the little dinner I had had last night, revisited me. Why couldn't I kick this stomach bug? It had been going on for several weeks. The odd thing was, I didn't have a fever, running nose, coughing, or anything else. I just threw up everyday.

Once the nausea had passed, I stood up and flushed the toilet. I brushed my teeth, ridding my mouth of the unpleasant taste of vomit. This had to let up.

I carefully dressed for school, the button on my jeans didn't want to button. But, I succeed and it buttoned. Maybe I had shrunk them in the last load of laundry I had done. I shrugged and went down to the kitchen. Charlie was gone. He was gone a lot, nowadays. Either working or fishing, hardly ever did he come home early.

I grabbed some saltines and ate the carefully, not wanting to upset my stomach anymore. I drained a glass of water and headed out for my truck. I wasn't watching the time, so I ended up being several minutes late to class. The teacher gave me a fleeting glance as I tripped my way to my desk.

First period ended and I made my way to second, not talking to anyone, not even looking up. Suddenly, I felt the strange sensation in my stomach as it readied itself to relive its contents.

I hurried into the nearest restroom and bent over one of the toilets. I starting dry heaving since there was nothing left in my stomach. I cried. It took longer for this wave of nausea to pass, but finally it did. I picked myself off the floor and carried tried body to the nurse's station. She glanced up from her book and hurried over to me.

"Bella, dear," She pressed her hand to my forehead. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not feeling well," I told her. She removed her hand and pointed at a chair. I sat down and she bustled around the tiny office. She came over to me with a thermometer, sticking it under my tongue.

"Hm," She sighed as she looked at it when it had started beeping. "You're temperate is normal. What happened?"

"I threw up," I told her standing. "I would just like to go home and rest," She looked me over, pondering, and then nodded. Soon, I was out of there and on my way home. I planned on getting back into my pajamas and lying down. What was up with me?

Next is Bella's first craving. Oh lordy! Somebody give the woman her damn food!

Hungering for Something Strange

As I walked through the grocery store, stocking up for the next week, I ignored the pointed glances at me. People thought I didn't see the looks of pity that they sent me. They thought I didn't hear them saying 'Poor girl. Horrible how he left,'

Well, I heard every, single word and I tried not to give into the pain that wanted to consume me.

I passed through the frozen food section, picking up some vegetables, when I passed the ice cream. I usually didn't eat it, but for some reason it appealed to me greatly. I scanned the different types of flavors and brands. I finally settled on ice cream sandwiches. I grabbed a box and then grabbed another, having a strange feeling that I would want more than just the twelve that came in a box.

I continued to shop, but I just couldn't ignore the nagging in the stomach for me to eat one of the ice cream sandwiches. I ripped over one of the boxes and started eating. It tasted so good and it completely satisfied me, for now anyways.

The odd looks on people's faces didn't escape me unnoticed. I paid for my things and loaded them into my truck. I brought the box of sandwiches up to the front with me. I ate all the way home.

After I finished off the first box, my intense craving faded, leaving me happy.

I sat on my bed and reflected on my very odd day.

The last extra, for now, is Bella finally putting two and two together. Yes, the epic moment when Bella finally considers pregnancy as an answer.

Not So Impossible

I stared at my calendar, slowly counting the days in my head, over and over. How could I have missed this? Three periods had escaped my notice. I was never late and my period had never suddenly vanished for months with out a good explanation.

"Shit," I held my head in my hands, trying to figure out where it was? I racked my brain for a decent answer, but none came to mind. Maybe I could check the 'Lost and Found' box? I let out a dry, forced laugh.

I crossed my arms across my stomach, hand brushing across it. My brow furrowed as I felt the slight pouch there. Well that was odd. I had gained weight. What else had happened that I didn't notice?

I groaned, angry at myself. How could I have been so oblivious to everything?

Suddenly, a thought hit me. I shook my head. "No, that's not possible," I told myself. I couldn't be…pregnant, could I? The only person I had slept with was not physically capable of procreating. But, everything fit; the sickness, the weight gain, the…cravings. Speaking of cravings, I stood up and went to the kitchen where I started munching on another ice cream sandwich.

"Pregnant," I mused. I noticed the sandwich in my shaky hand. It slipped from my hand and onto the floor as I grabbed my keys and jumped into my truck, staring the hour drive to Port Angeles. It had settled on me and I had to found out.

I had to know.

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