After the baby shower and after cleaning up from it, Lisa followed Sara home in order to help bring some of the presents up to the apartment.

"Ok, what can we take and what should we rope Leonard into taking?" Sara asked as the two of them opened the trunk of Lisa's car and tried to figure out who should take what.

"Hm," Lisa hummed out, chewing thoughtfully on the inside of her cheek as she tried to figure out exactly what Sara could and couldn't carry and what she wanted to torture her brother with. "I can take the car seat if you can take those two bags with the clothes, we'll send Lenny out for the bouncer and… figure the rest out from there?" She suggested and Sara nodded,

"Sounds good," she agreed, so with that decided Lisa handed Sara the two bags that all of the baby clothes had been stuffed into before grabbing the rather large and bulky box containing the car seat before allowing her friend to slam the trunk closed.

"Are you sure you've got that?" Sara asked as Lisa struggled to get a decent grip on the box.

"Yeah, let's just go." She said,

It took the two girls a little while to get up to the apartment, Lisa constantly readjusting her grip on the box she was awkwardly carrying, but once they got there and opened the door Sara stopped in her tracks, causing Lisa to do the same as she peered over the heavy box in her arms to see what was going on.

There, standing in the living room and casually tossing a football back and forth, were Leonard and Cisco.

"So how was the party?" Len asked as the girls made their way in, once he took note of his sister's situation he sent a glare at Cisco who looked back and forth between the two siblings twice before realizing what he was being instructed to do.

"Do you need any help there Lisa?" He asked, a little too late as Lisa set her box down on the counter just as his words left his mouth.

"Not with this but there's some more stuff in my car if you want to help," she said,

"Of course," Cisco replied and so the two of them disappeared out the door, heading for the parking lot and leaving Sara and Len alone in the apartment.

"Party was good, how were things here?" Sara questioned with a smirk, setting the bags that she had down on the couch.

"Well nothings on ice and I think everything we assembled is sturdy, couldn't exactly have Ramon test it out." Len remarked and Sara chuckled. "Do he and Lisa need any more help?"

"Only a little," Sara commented, for the most part they had received mostly clothes and toys for the baby, many of which were either a frog or duck theme. There were a few other things such as diapers, some bottles and pacifiers, and other miscellaneous items but nothing big like the car seat or the bouncer that Lisa undoubtedly had Cisco carrying by now. The only other big things were the stroller and the bassinette but they had left those behind and Dinah said she would bring them over the next time she stopped by.

Once they had unloaded all of the baby gifts from Lisa's little car Cisco announced that he was going to head home before it got too dark since he was walking, Lisa then offered him a ride. With no good reason to turn her down the two of them left together and that left Sara and Leonard alone to unpack all of the stuff Sara had gotten at the baby shower.

"Wow, I'm impressed, you guys actually managed to put both the crib and the changing table together." Sara said when her boyfriend led her into the nursery and showed her what he and Cisco had done.

The changing table was bare, as was the crib aside from the mattress, but they were both assembled.

"Just barely but we did, and we did without killing each other." Len gloated and Sara smirked as he turned his head just enough to give her a small kiss. Being at the start of her third trimester it goes without saying that Sara was getting bigger now and she was getting to the point where Leonard had to lean over and be extra mindful of her stomach if he wanted to kiss her. He was sure that she was aware of this, and he was equally sure she hated it, but she hadn't complained yet and so he knew it'd be wise to act as though he hadn't even noticed.

She pulled away grinning, and to be honest she doesn't totally hate Len having to be cautious in a way he didn't before, not yet anyway. For right now he can still manage to lean over and kiss her with his hands gripping her hips and it still makes her feel sexy so until that feeling wears off she can put up with her big belly being a little in the way.

Turns out she spoke to soon.

It's not like it was weeks later that she really started to get annoyed with the obvious fact that she was starting to get into the stage of being very pregnant, no it was the very next day. To be fair, however, said day didn't start off all that great. The baby was definitely at a point now where it was starting to push more on her bladder, especially when it moved, and apparently it was up bright and early at the crack of dawn and informing Sara that her ability to hold her pee for hours if she needed to was long gone and she found herself all but jumping out of bed and racing to the bathroom at six a.m. However if anyone has ever tried navigating around furniture and through a narrow hallway when it's still reasonably dark, with a watermelon stuffed up their shirt, while still being half asleep then said person would know that you don't get to the bathroom quickly. Sara got about halfway there before she felt the warm trickle of liquid running down her leg and cursed under her breath. But she continued on her way, cleaned herself up, and then return to her and Leonard's room where she changed her pants as well as her underwear.

She went back to sleep and awoke two hours later alone in bed with the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. It brought a smile to her face to know that Leonard was cooking breakfast, although the scent of coffee did churn her stomach just a tad because it isn't exactly the best thing for the baby. But her doctor had assured her long ago that drinking one cup a day was perfectly fine, so she had pretty much told the baby to deal with it because "mommy isn't fun to be around when she hasn't had coffee or tea, and daddy doesn't like her kind of tea."

As if knowing she was going to drink her coffee despite protests her stomach quickly settled down and so Sara got up and made her way into the kitchen where, sure enough, Leonard was setting pancakes onto a plate.

"Morning," he greeted her as she came in.

"Morning," She said back as she took her seat on the barstool at the counter. She had given up on trying to eat at the counter weeks ago, after she bonked her belly against it for the second time. She had pretty much been eating either standing up or sitting sideways with her plate on her lap, depending on what she was eating. But for the past week or so she had noticed that setting the plate on her lap was physically not going to work anymore and had been getting away with standing up. Pancakes though, pancakes were going to be a challenge.

When Leonard turned around to grab the syrup from the cabinet, however, an idea came to her. She slid off her seat and grabbed a pancake from the stack, leaning casually up against the wall as she usually did while she ate it as if it were a cookie.

"What?" She asked when Len started looking at her as if he were debating whether or not to comment at her sudden change in position.

"You're eating a plain pancake." He finally pointed out,

"So?" She asked, "I don't like the syrup."

"Bullshit," He called, "You drown your pancakes in syrup, you also put blueberries on top of them." He continued and Sara just shrugged while taking another bite of her breakfast.

"So maybe I just don't want to do that today, and we don't even have any blueberries." She defended but her boyfriend only gave a sigh.

"Ok I wasn't going to say anything when you stood there holding your bowl of cereal, I looked the other way when you would only eat the chicken wings and drumsticks because those didn't require a plate, and I even kept my mouth shut when your mom brought over that roast beef and you turned your serving into a sandwich, but this whole not sitting down thing is getting a little ridiculous." He lectured, confirming her suspicions that she hadn't been fooling him at all and he knew exactly what she was doing.

"Well what do you want me to do?" She asked,

"You know those barstools adjust right?" He asked back and she just looked at him. He was trying to stifle a snicker because he had figured out over a week ago that the information was lost on her. "I can make that thing shorter so that the edge of the countertop is harmlessly between your stomach and your chest, might even let your feet touch the ground too." He continued and it was a good thirty seconds before Sara responded.

"You know, I'm not sure what's worse; that crack about my height or the fact that you let me go two weeks without syrup on my pancakes before telling me this." She said sarcastically and Len snickered before moving to adjust his girlfriend's seat.

"I was planning on letting you go one more, but I didn't feel like going to buy donuts this morning." He told her and she just smiled in annoyance.

Len adjusted the seat, which allowed Sara to sit properly at the counter again and eat her breakfast like a normal human being.

"So now that the baby shower is over, what do we still need to get?" Len asked as he too sat down and handed his girlfriend the maple syrup while she thought on the question.

"The high chair is the only thing I can think of off hand, and we don't need to worry about that right away." She replied, knowing that for a while the baby would be too small to use a highchair and so there wasn't a huge rush on that particular item.

"What about bottles?" Leonard asked, knowing very well what conversation he was really about to unleash. "Should we stock up on those right from the start or can those wait a few weeks?"

"Felicity gave me a few yesterday," Sara said before taking another bite of her breakfast and swallowing before she continued. "We should probably get a few more for the beginning, but I wouldn't rush it because I think I'm going to at least try breastfeeding it." She said and Len smirked at the proud smile she was giving him before picking some more at his breakfast. "Donna and my dad picked a date for the wedding," Sara informed him.

"Oh yeah?" He asked and she nodded,

"May 27th, they're not sending out invitations since it's just going to be their kids, so write it down." She said and he sighed.

"I take it this means I have to go?" He all but whined and now it was Sara's turn to smirk at him.

"Yes," she confirmed, "If I have to go then so do you." She mocked and Len just smirked before he got up and placed his plate in the sink.

"I've got a job today, I'll be back later." He promised, giving Sara a gentle kiss before heading out to leave.

"Bye," she said as he headed for the door.

Len was still gone when Sara had decided to continue the work they had started last night on the nursery. She noticed that the mattress inside of the crib was bare; they had decided that although the baby would probably be fine if they put a crib bumper and one blanket in there it still wasn't worth the risk of it accidently suffocating itself and so they had decided to leave the crib empty. But apparently Leonard had forgotten that despite that they also agreed to cover the mattress with a padded mattress bag, because quite frankly the mattress they had is hard as a rock. So she thought she would take the mattress out and cover it herself, but that clearly wasn't happening.

Apparently the safety codes for cribs have been updated a lot since the last time Sara was around one and it's now unsafe to have bars that drop down. This meant that she had to lean all the way over in order to even attempt pulling the mattress out but she didn't even get that far. She may have a stubborn ass but she also has a fully functioning brain and so when the first attempt showed her that while she may not quite be at the point of being unable to bend over, bending over the edge of something is pretty much out of the question.

"Fine," she huffed as she stood straight again, ok she did try it a second time but she stopped when the baby gave a harsh kick in protest, strong enough to even make Sara wince a little bit. "But you're the one sleeping on it so don't complain when it's the most uncomfortable bed in the world." She said and at that the baby gave another strong kick as if telling her it was going to complain. "Alright, I'll have daddy fix it later." She muttered whilst rubbing her hand over the spot where she had felt the last kick.

The baby kicked one more time after that, not as hard but still hard enough to be felt. Sara instead went about putting some of the little toys she had gotten yesterday on shelves and put away the rest of the clothes. She then started looking through a bag of things that she and Leonard and bought. They couldn't paint the walls of the nursery but they could put up some of those special wall stickers. They had gotten a bunch of little ones, mostly animals like monkeys or other zoo animals. They had also gotten a mobile to hang over the crib with similar animals on it, despite how much Sara had sworn throughout her life that her future child would never have a zoo themed nursery it seems that there are very limited options when you choose not to know what you're having.

Anyway, she got a lot of things put away and was just finishing up when she heard a knock at the front door. Odd considering Lisa normally just lets herself in; they had finally given her a key. Sara figured that maybe it was her mother with the stroller, but when she opened the door she found Laurel on the other side.

"Hey," Laurel greeted her sister.

"Hey," Sara said in surprise, "I thought you went back to Star City last night?" She asked but Laurel rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I stayed to help mom clean up after the party and lost track of time, missed my train home and couldn't get another until tonight so I stayed with mom." She explained, "Anyway mom sent me over with the bassinette and the stroller," she explained and Sara laughed.

"Well we're going to have to call Lisa for help because those boxes are too heavy for just you and I've been sidelined from that kind of lifting for a few more months." She said and Laurel smirked as her sister let her inside.

"How are you doing with that?" She asked, "I didn't want to ask you yesterday but I've never known you to sit on the sidelines." She mocked as the two of them went over to sit on the couch.

"Didn't stop Donna," she mused, "She was talking to me and Felicity about getting bridesmaid dresses and I'm kind of a problem because by the time the wedding comes around I should be smaller than I am now, but we all know I won't be as small as I was before so really the whole measurement thing is tricky." She huffed and Laurel sighed with sympathy for her sister.

Growing up neither of them ever had any particularly serious body image issues, something they were both grateful for considering when and where they grew up. But she never thought that maybe they weren't totally out of that phase of life, and that they might not be totally in the clear.

"So what did you do?" She finally asked as Sara just shrugged,

"Put down all my old measurements and added two sizes, figure by May I might be around there." She replied and Laurel nodded, not too worried about her sister because she knows that Sara will be just fine after the baby comes, especially since most of her baby weight seemed to be on her stomach as opposed to her hips and from what Laurel has heard at least that made losing baby weight easier.

"Sounds like a good plan, but please don't worry about it." She said and Sara nodded.

"I'm not," she admitted, "I'm really not but I'm afraid that I will because, well I'm used to be the smallest out of almost anybody and now…" she trailed off and so Laurel smiled, placing her hand over Sara's where she had subconsciously rested it on her stomach.

"Now you are just a few months away from becoming an amazing mother." She said and Sara beamed at the words with pride that she just couldn't help, and that only grew when she felt her baby kick right next to her and Laurel's hands as if it was searching for them.

Laurel felt it too, the second time when the kick just barely found the tip of her finger, and her face lit up ecstatically.

"Was that?" She asked and Sara nodded with a smirk.

"Yup," she answered her sister.

Len didn't get back until around seven at night. Today's job was long and complicated thanks to a smartass squirrel and the dumbass owner of the building refusing to call an exterminator. Of course his prison buddy being an even bigger dumbass didn't help much. That moron got what he deserved when the thing finally bit him and sent him to the hospital; they're just lucky it wasn't rabid.

Anyway, when he got home Sara was standing by the counter with a bowl of ice cream and a paper towel that she was using in place of a cutting board.

"I thought you said eating pickles and ice cream would mean you had a psychological problem?" He asked skeptically when he realized what she was cutting and what she was doing with it.

"Let the record show I'm not eating it because of some weird craving, I'm just really curious as to what it tastes like." She defended before dropping a few of her pickle slices into her bowl of strawberry ice cream. Leonard continued to eye her with a look of doubt until she hesitantly put a spoonful in her mouth and immediately scrunched up her nose in distaste.

"What's the verdict?" He asked and Sara just spun around, opened the trash, and all but threw up.

"Terrible," she replied, spitting again and again into the garbage until her mouth was dry. She then let out a frustrated groan before going into the living room and slowly lowering herself onto the couch, she wanted to just flop down but that isn't much of an option these days.

"Rough day?" Len asked, following her and settling himself on the foot of the couch, picking up Sara's feet before setting them on his lap.

"More or less," she groaned, "You need to put the mattress bag on the crib's mattress by the way, I tired but…" she didn't bother finishing, just gestured to her stomach and Len chuckled as he began rubbing her feet.

"These next two and a half months are going to be hell for both of us, aren't they?" He teased and she nodded,

"But I'll try and go easy on you if you keep rubbing my feet like that," she bargained, emitting a small moan of pleasure as if to prove her point.

"I'll keep that in mind," Len joked and Sara smirked,

"Laurel missed her train last night and ended up staying with mom, she and Lisa brought over the bassinette and the stroller, we left them in the nursery." She informed her boyfriend who nodded at the information. "How was your day?" She asked and although he sighed it was a sigh of amusement.

"Interesting," he said,

"Oh yeah, how so?" Sara asked; her curiosity peaked.

"Well I spent most of my day trying to lure a squirrel out of an air duct until my partner got fed up and climbed in after it, would've been home two hours ago if I didn't have to bring him to the hospital." He told her and she burst out laughing.

"Do you have any normal friends?" She finally asked,

"Do you?" Len countered and Sara only laughed again.

"Touché," she said and Len smirked.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Sara suddenly asked,

"Sure, what is it?" Len asked and he saw her smile with embarrassment.

"Can you get me some water so I can wash the taste of pickles and ice cream out of my mouth?" She requested and so with a smirk Leonard dropped her feet and stood up, making his way to the kitchen.

They both knew that these next few weeks were going to be the hardest out of the whole pregnancy, but they could make it. Besides, once it was over they would have the best reward that either of them could've ever asked for.