Applejack paced in her room, a cozy, amber glow filtered through the window, telling her that the sun was setting now. Her room lights were off, as she let the natural light illuminate the room.
Ever since..the incident, all she could worry about was the farm, not even about herself, or the child she had been carrying for the last 8 months.
'Oh shit, right. Argh.' Applejack thought, all of a sudden getting nervous.
She crashed onto her bed, her blonde bangs covering her tanned, freckled face. Her breathing was staggered.
Only one month away from being a mother, a single mother!
'Just breathe.' Her mind told her.
But she just couldn't! She was already on her third trimester, 32 weeks in, (If she remembered correctly).
She knew her friends had already offered to help raise her child, along with her family of course.
'But I will be the actual mother, everything will be my responsibility.' Her mind started to race again, her anxiety was rising.
Ever since she learned she was expecting, her anxiety had gotten worse and worse.
'For no good reason!' Applejack thought frustratingly, staring at her ceiling.
When she had reached the 7 month mark, everyone had advised her to stop working on the farm outside, to stop herself from overworking herself to exhaustion, especially now that she was carrying a baby.
But, being the stubborn person she was, Applejack continued to work and tend to the farm.
But when she had reached 32 weeks (8 months), Granny Smith had forced her to stop, giving her inside house chores to do. However, she finished those tasks fairly quickly, so everyday, after her chores, she sometimes read a book, or just contemplated her life.
Stuff she normally didn't do.
'Consarn it, why did this have to happen to me?' Applejack asked herself, all of a sudden confused by her selfishness.
They are many people suffering worse than her, and many people want a child, but can't have one or adopt, surely she should feel grateful and blessed.
'Why am I thinking all these things now?' Applejack wondered, unconsciously wrapping her arms protectively around her rounded stomach.
She felt a small kick, bringing a small happiness into her troubled mind.
"Hey there little bean." Applejack said softly, sitting up, facing her stomach.
She felt another kick, as if the baby inside heard her, but maybe they did.
She was wearing a white maternity sweater, something Rarity had gotten for her. "For when your stomach gets bigger, it will be a more comfortable clothing choice." Rarity had said to her.
As much as it pained Applejack to admit it, she was right. It fit comfortably around her.
"Applejack, can ah come in deary?" She heard Granny's voice say, knocking on the door.
"Yeah." Applejack said, straightening the stetson on her head.
The door slowly creaked open, warm light filled the room for a moment, as the short women hobbled in, closing the door behind her.
"How are ya?" Granny Smith asked, sitting onto the bed next to her.
"Fine, why do ya ask?" Applejack questioned, fiddling with her fingers.
"Are ya sure? I know it's a stressful time." Granny said.
"Well sure, now we have major competition with a neighboring cherry farm, and there-" She was interrupted by Granny's hand resting on her shoulder.
