Obnoxious Oxygen

Chapter Thirty Two

I'm pregnant.

Well, the doctor have confirmed it a week ago and I'm set for another appointment three weeks from now. I'm guessing there will be a whole lot of changes and I'm certain of it now. I sighed in front of the mirror, unable to zip and snap my jeans. I turned and see a different angle of me, my hips stays the same as my thighs but my flat stomach started to bulge.

Men wouldn't understand how heartbreaking it is for women to watch their bodies changing from best to worst. Especially when all you do is take care of it. And this doesn't mean I love my child less than I should, it's just that, I'm confused. I'm seven weeks pregnant and I've googled things about it. I don't know if it's just me or my stomach looks way larger than it should be. The fact that I'm watching my healthy diet and I'm in control is just so unfair.

In the end, I settled for a loose swing dress. The ones I've never worn. I have no choice, it's the only thing I have in my closet that would make my stomach comfortable. Oh, the struggles of a plus size is beginning to sink in.

As I headed downstairs, I heard mom throwing orders to the uniformed housemaids. I can see that everyone is busy changing and arranging the setup of the furniture. Looks like what we'll be having is a whole new living room. Leave it to mom, she's bored.

"Mom," I called her attention when I reached the bottom step.

"Gabby, good that you're awake." The excitement in her voice toned down when she finally turned to see me, she looked horrified. I've expected it, she wouldn't approve this dress for me. But I know if it's Oxygen who'll see me in this, he'd still think I'm beautiful. Like I could ever get ugly in his eyes. "What's that you're wearing?"

"A dress," was my simple reply and continued my way down.

"You don't call that dress. More like a rug." She's overreacting. "Where'd you get that? I'm certain I didn't give you that or neither you bought it to yourself."

"It was a gift." I said, it's true and mom's right. I would never buy something as simple as this. Although the dress doesn't look that bad, it's plain and I'm not sure why Prada have it on the market. I don't even know why it's packed along with my finer clothes but nonetheless I'm thankful or else I'd be naked by now. "Don't ask me from whom, can't remember."

"Bad taste, go change something nicer." She said with distaste while I kissed her cheek, mom isn't letting it go.

"I'm fine with this, I'm not going anywhere anyway." It's too early for argument, I'm not up for one. I looked around and diverted the topic. "What's with the arrangements?"

"Oh," her mood lighten up a bit. She smiled and looked around. "I was planning to replace window curtains with the ones I've seen online. It's been delivered the other day and all is set. Isn't it beautiful?"

I looked at the huge window facing the beautiful view of the greenery outside. There's the curtain she's talking about. Upscale jacquard yarn curtain, a good combination of rose gold and brown. It looks vintage, especially when the sun finds it. Beautiful is an understatement, it's marvelous. Elegant and it screams money. Mom tends to overdo everything, dad lets her.

"So, what can you say?" She urged me to say something.

I'd be a bitch not to appreciate her effort to beautify things, I smiled at her. "It's perfect, it gives me a Marie Antoinette's vibe."

"Exactly!" She beamed as if I've given her the reaction she wanted to heard from me.

Oh well, now that mom's taking over my grandmother's throne in this house. Simplicity can wave its goodbye, all the flashy things are coming in. This is just the beginning. I swear, in no time this whole house would look like the ones we had in Beverly Hills. And I don't take it against mom, her taste and class fits me well. I'm even thinking I'd be just like her in a decade or two. Hope I won't turn my own house into doll's, my future husband might ruin me. Or I've got to marry someone who's as patient and as giving as dad, Oxygen might've been the best choice for me. I smiled.