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Entry 6
Today I had a meeting with China, and after it I decided to ask him a question that had recently been bothering me about my pregnancy. It wasn't that important of a question, it was the kind that I could have probably looked up on line, but China had offered to answer any questions I had before and the issue I wanted to ask about was starting to bug me.
So when we were walking out of the conference room I asked him my question: is it normal for me to grow boobs during the pregnancy? Like I said, it wasn't a big question, and I did vaguely remember Dr. Martin saying that it would be common for me to feel bloated or swollen in some areas. I guess the concern didn't come until I was getting dressed the other day and realized that I could probably fill in an A-cup.
I guess he found either my question or my expression funny, because after I asked he started laughing. I waited for his laughing fit stop before pressing the question. After his fit was over he calmed down and answered. According to him, when he went through this he also grew boobs, but that for him they weren't that big so he almost didn't notice. He then went on to explain that it's because of all the hormones and so that if I wanted to breast feed the baby I could easier. He also reminded me that mine would probably be bigger due to the fact that the women at my house tend to have larger breasts than at his.
I guess that I made another weird face to this, because he started laughing at me again. You would think that after going through this himself he would be more considerate. He then went on to reassure me that they would go back to normal a few months after the birth.
I thanked him for answering my question and we went on our separate ways. Needless to say, I was not in the best mood as I drove back home. This was all getting to be a little embarrassing. I'm a guy, dammit! I shouldn't need to worry about being pregnant.
As I pulled into my driveway I began to think about how this was all Prussia's fault. I don't exactly know why I was blaming Prussia for my stupid hormones giving me boobs, but it sounded better to me. When I walked into my house I found him in the living room on his cell phone; from the little bit I could hear it sounded like he was talking to Papa.
He had lowered his defenses. It would have been so easy to just take out my frustrations on him in one hit. But, I was Canada, a peaceful country, and the hockey stick I would want to use was outside in my car and I really just wanted to lie down.
At last I decided to just give him a quick slap to the back of the head as I passed him on my way to my room. It must have got his attention because after a few minutes he walked into the room and asked why I hit him.
I told him that I didn't really have a reason, which he obviously didn't buy. So he kept pressing and at last I yelled at him, "I hit you because I'm tired and upset and my breast is sore!"
This successfully shut him up for a total of two minutes until he noticed that I had taken off my sweatshirt and saw why my breast was so sore. He then began to laugh hysterically and comment on how at this rate I would end up looking more like a girl than a guy. This only made me angrier, but instead of yelling at him or hitting him again I just began to cry. I couldn't help it. I really wasn't enjoying being pregnant. I was tired of the morning sickness, of the mood swings, of all these changes, and especially tired of feeling like a laughing stock!
When Prussia saw me crying he quickly stopped laughing and came over to try to console me. He tried a lot of different things, but eventually just hugged me and told me that everything would be alright. Soon the only sounds in the room were me sniffling and hick-upping and him trying to calm me down. This lasted for about ten minutes before his cell began to ring again.
Prussia asked me if I was okay now before answering. I nodded my head and he left to talk to one of his friends. When he was finished with his conversation he came back to my room and we stayed there just relaxing for the remainder of the day.
With maple syrup,
Matthew (Canada) Williams
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