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Pregnancy Pains

Okay so we've had a little time bump here...Pen is in her 7th month of pregnancy...

"where would you like this puttin' man?" the delivery guy puffed as he and his colleague waddled into our home with a monstrous box. "Upstairs, in the nursery, but lemme help ya bro" Julian replied, taking the majority of the weight with ease. I just stood there chewing on my lip as my eyes roamed over Julian's bulging biceps. Ugh. It had been about 8 weeks since our last slice of 'passion' and I was craving more. I mean, yes he was being all needy, and craving my attention more and more as the weeks went by- and my bump grew bigger, but yet again, the attention I was used to, wasn't just cuddles and spooning on the couch. Mama has needs. Carnal ones at that.

"ma'am?" another voice interrupted my lustful thoughts and I turned away from the sight of my husband to find a much younger man waiting at my door with a bunch of letters and a package or two. "oh! thank you" I smiled at him and off he went. I flicked through the post, seeing the regular stuff, with a pink card slotted in there, another congratulations card no doubt, and the packages were addressed from back home. I smiled, excited to see what it was, but a call from J upstairs had me placing them down at the back of the kitchen counter before making my way up to see what he wanted.

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"you okay J?" I asked as I peeped my head into the nursery. "yeah, um, where are we putting all this stuff right now?" he asked me, looking a little flustered. I looked at the box he was resting on and smiled. "that's the cot right?" I asked and he rolled his eyes but nodded as he huffed. I giggled and ignored his sass, "that, the dresser and wardrobe can stay in here. When everything is made up, I can start to bring the other things in." I told him, resting against the doorframe. "what other things? I thought this was everything?!" he asked wide eyed. I giggled and shook my head. "the mobile for over his cot, his changing station, bottles, some of his clothes- all that is in the guest room" I told him with an angelic smile. "man, there's more to this baby stuff than I thought" he sighed, looking totally bamboozled. "totally in over your head huh Edelman?" I smirked. But his stark expression soon turned into a confident one. "not a chance babe. I'm ready for anything" he winked at me. "well good. Cause there's another box come in the post just now"

"you mean the mail" he sighed, and I just sent him a playful smile. He rolled his eyes but I just sighed in contentment. "I can't believe it's all finally arrived" I sighed dreamily as I looked around at the boxes filling my baby's room. "I've been so desperate to get to this stage. To finally be able to get his room looking like a proper nursery." I said as I rubbed over my bump for like the hundredth time this hour. Even though my raging hormones were sending me (and Julian) crazy- and I mean Man eating crazy- then the next I was a sobbing mess on the bedroom floor, scared I wasn't going to be any good at this parenting thing, I was in the next stage of pregnancy. Where my belly seemed to double in size every night. Don't get me wrong, from the back you couldn't even tell that I was pregnant. And besides the extra pounds I was packing away every day through my diet, I was all bump and no body weight. Of course I was still eating the things I should, and taking the extra vitamins the doctor was advising me to- I wasn't being at all careless. But I was starting to feel it now. Gone were my 5 inch heels, and in their place little flat 'ballerina' style pumps, or flip flops. But now we were getting into November, I had to try and dress accordingly. But luckily I possessed the comfiest pair of biker boots so I was planning on wearing holes in them until I gave birth. And although (of course) I longed to go full term, I was ready to get my darling little bundle of joy outta me.

"your back hurting babe?" Julian asked me, snapping me out of my little day dream. I looked over at him with a pained expression and nodded. "I've been standing too long" I whined a little. "but if I sit down, his head is literally aiming at my bits and I get the sharpest pains in my flump!" I huffed and whined at the same time. I noticed too that my ever so caring husband was trying to hold back his laughter. "babe, why in the hell do you call it a flump?!" he giggled like a school boy. I rolled my eyes and huffed again, "Julian why is it out of that whole statement, that is the part you pick up on?" I raised my brow at him. "you crack me up babe" he laughed heartily. I just stood there glowering at him, but lucky for him, the delivery guys were back with the next box.