Chapter 50- Around the Block

A/N: Well, here it is, Chapter 50. I can't believe I have written 50 chapters. Thank you to everyone for sticking with me for the last 50 chapters, and I hope you stick around for a few more! It means a lot to me that this story has become so big. And I promise. This is it. One more until Brianna finally makes her way into this world.

This chapter is dedicated to filleencore! Hope you have a great day today!

"So tomorrow's the day," Barney says as they go for a walk around the city, to see if they can speed up labor. It's Thursday afternoon, and the longer the week has gone on, the more uncomfortable Robin has gotten. But regardless, they know they have one more day. Natural or not, she's going to be at the hospital tomorrow.

"Yeah," Robin sighs. She's really hoping that they end up at the hospital sometime before her scheduled induction. She doesn't really want to deal with those drugs.

"You nervous?" he asks, just trying to read her mind and be supportive.

"Maybe a little," she answers. She is a bit nervous, but at this point she's ready. "I'm just ready to get her out at this point." It's actually ironic because she's not scared about labor anymore, like she was a few months ago. She just wants it to be over and done with. "I'm tired of being pregnant."

He's silent for a moment as he absorbs the information. He's glad she's calmer about it. He wishes he could feel the same way.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Barney asks.

"Sure," she answers, wondering what he could possibly have to tell her.

"I'm a little nervous too," he admits. He does feel a little bit strange pouring his heart out to her on the sidewalk like this.

"You?" she questions skeptically. "Nervous?"

"Yeah," he sighs. In a way, he's incredibly nervous. There is a lot that can happen, and the longer that goes on, the worse the feeling has been getting for him.

"It's okay to be nervous you know," she tells him, "as long as it's a good nervous."

"It's a good nervous, I think," he replies. He's not sure that's the case though. He wishes that were the case. "I'm just worried about the two of you and how everything is going to go."

"It will all be fine," she tries to convey, but she's not sure she's convincing. He's right. There is still a lot that could go wrong.

"I know, I keep telling myself that, but you never know," he counters. He doesn't want to think about it, but it's true. "There are still women that don't make it through, and babies that don't make it."

"Barney, I know, but you have to look at the positives," she affirms. "The odds of those things happening are low."

"I know," he sighs, still extremely bothered by the thought of losing either one of them. "That doesn't mean that I don't worry about losing you."

The way he says that instantly overwhelms her. Barney says a lot of sweet things to her, but the idea of him worrying about losing her just overtakes her emotions.

"You know there is a possibility that you are still going to have to change this stone," she says, pointing to her necklace, and changing the subject from sappy things she'd rather not think about.

"No there isn't," he replies confidently. "You are going in on the 27th. She isn't going to be born in March."

"You do realize that when women are induced it can take a while," she pauses, allowing him to take it all in. "Like a long while. Sometimes it takes 36 hours."

"It'll be fine Robin," he brushes off. There is no way it's going to take three days. She can tell by the look on his faces that he's missing the even bigger picture.

"How many days does February have?" she asks.

"Thirty?" he answers like its so obvious.

"Damn it Barney!" she shouts. Every time he messes up dates. It's a wonder he remembers any dates. Like the Borat costume from Halloween 2006. "Why do you always mess this one up?"

He catches his error almost instantly when she yells. He's messed up the number of days in the month again.

"Crap, it's only twenty-eight isn't it?" he questions, almost rhetorically.

"Yes," she spits out obviously.

"If I have to change it, I have to change it," he shrugs, turning his attention away from his shortcomings and back to the issue at hand. "I'll just be happy to have her here. I guess if that happens, then she'll share a birth month with the Mosby spawn."

"That's true," Robin chuckles. She hopes in a way that it doesn't end up happening that way, because she'd rather have Brianna have her own special day. "Although it's a shame it's not a leap year," she theorizes out loud. "February twenty-ninth for a birthday would be awesome!"

"That would have been so awesome!" he agrees wholeheartedly. It definitely would have made her special.

"But whenever she's born is fine with me," Robin compromises, "as long as she's healthy."

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna miss having sex again though," she admits. It had only been three weeks, but she was so used to it already.

"You can say that again," he agrees. "But you remember Marshall and Lily? How tired they were?" She does remember. She spent a lot of time with them those first couple of weeks to distract herself from the whole engagement. Frankly, she's not sure that Barney remembers quite how sleep deprived they both were. She seemed to be the only one that noticed at the time. "It's not like we'd have a lot of time the first couple of weeks anyway."

"I guess you are right," she sighs. "That's going to be us isn't it?" she asks, now worried about the next few weeks. She had honestly forgotten about it until now. They are screwed. "We are going to be the zombies."

"Yeah," he answers meekly. He's afraid she's entirely right. They are going to be awful over the next few weeks. "I feel like we should do something spontaneous, like go see a movie or something, you know, while we still can."

"We ARE only a block away from the theater."

"Let's go then!" he shouts picking up the pace, until he realizes he was walking slow for a reason, and that reason is Robin.

"What's even playing?" she asks. She hadn't followed anything since she found out, since she knew she couldn't go anyway. She just figured there was no point.

"I don't know," he answers. "I think we may still be able to catch Wedding Bride four."

"There was a Wedding Bride four?!" God she felt so out of the loop. Surely someone would have told her about that. Ted didn't even call her to whine.

"Yeah, Ted was complaining about it the other night at the bar when you went to the bathroom," he explains.

"Yeah, we've got to go see that!" she exclaims.

"Of course," he replies. "And it's our last chance to act like teenagers in the back row," he winks, one hundred percent implying at least some hanky-panky. "OOOOO! It will kinda be like getting it on in front of Ted!"

"God, I love you!" she giggles. He really is her perfect man.

"I love you too, Scherbatsky! Let's go see that movie!"

2/26/15

Tomorrow is the day! If she doesn't decide to make an appearance on her own in the next twenty eight hours, she will have no choice but to come out. I am scheduled for an induction tomorrow at 7 pm.

I am really hoping to avoid be induced, since I've reading plenty of stories about it being a longer and more painful process. I would much rather have it happen on its own, even though it means tempting fate, which I don't really like to believe in.

At the same time, however, I am more than ready to get her out of me. I am quite tired of the aches and pains, and the longer this continues, the more everything seems to hurt. I am ready to move on to being a mom now, as scary as that sounds.

But I promise this time that my next post will be about the birth of my baby, not about another week in the life of me. No matter what happens and how she decides to make her way into this world, she will be here by this time next week.