Purdy:
I hear the shower turn on, then turn back off.
"Sweetheart?" I say.
Soon she comes down the stairs in her white fluffy robe.
"Ash, I need your help."
"With what?"
"I need to shower, but my belly is making things difficult."
I see her belly pushing out against her robe.
"Okay I am right behind you."
She smiles then walks back to the shower.
She gets in the shower as I get in behind her.
Water is cascading down her belly.
Squirting purple gel on a washcloth I begin washing over her belly; I can feel them kicking.
"Heehee, do you feel them?" She giggled.
"I can." I put my hand on her belly.
"Ashley, you are here to help me, but feel me up."
"Right. Right, yes."
I squeeze the cloth making the gel spread against her back.
"Thanks for helping me Ash." She turns kissing me.

Pitts:
I was suppose to be on bed rest, but that was boring. So I was actually on my hands and knees tucking the bed sheet into the mattress.
Half way through I decided this was a bitch.
I was to pregnant to do this.
Groaning I sit on my knees, which makes them ache.
"Jake! Jake!" I yell.
And wait.
He does not come.
Crawling around I decided to get the other half of the bed finished.
Which was a mistake; I just hurt.
"Jake!" I yell.
Then I hear footsteps and Jake is there.
"Are you okay love?"
"Yes, yes, but I need your help. Please help me Jake."
Jake swoops me up, putting me on the bed.
"Jake, I am tired of this!" I point at my bump.
"Why did you not call me?"
"Wanted a surprise for you."
"No more surprises. You are on bed rest."

Biersack:
There is no in between. Either I am unable to put away dishes because of my belly getting in the way, or I cannot bend down because of my belly.
See what I mean?
I just do not want to feel useless.
Taking the plunge out of the sink I watch the water drain out.
Drying the clothes I stack them accordingly.
Then on my tip toes I stack cups on the top shelf.
With the last one I try to stand taller. Except I drop the plate.
"Shit. I mutter.
"I hear a loud noise, what happened honey?"
"Nothing, I just cannot do anything."
Andy noticed the pile of glass.
"Oh, honey, you are doing everything. So your belly is preventing you from doing some stuff. That's okay. You need to tell me, ask for help."
"I don't need help."
"You do. Plus, I am taller than you."

Jinxx:
Our bathroom was a monstrosity.
It looked though Jinxx was single again.
Ick!
Fiddling around with the cupboard I find bleach for the toilet.
Dumping a generous amount in I wait for it to do the job.
Ten minutes later I come back.
It was starting to sparkle clean.
Grabbing the toilet brush I start.
Within the two minutes I began to regret this choice.
Baby is kicking my organs. Protesting?
Straightening up I wince in pain.
"Ow. Ooh, that does not feel good." I press a hand against my back.
It felt like spasms.
Sighing I sit down.
Hunched over I begin to cry.
Right then Jinxx walked in.
"What is wrong? Why are you crying?" Jinxx panicked.
"I cannot even clean our toilet Jinxx. Baby is being a pain. And I hate my belly!"
Jinxx smirked lovingly.
"Well, how about we take a nap instead then?"
"Perfect."

Coma:
I was in the nursery folding clothes on my bump.
Occasional kicks could be felt. Each time I giggle and press a finger where I felt it.
Finishing the one set of onesies I walk over to the closet to put away the clothes; except I tripped a little on the carpet. All of the clothes landed on the floor.
"No, son of a man!" I screamed.
Trying to bend down seemed impossible.
But I tried. Awkwardly I try to collect the clothes, but it was no use.
So I stood there and bawled. Loud and fat salty tears.
CC walks in.
"I heard you crying."
"CC, I cannot pick up my own babies clothes! Look at how large my belly is! It is taking over the world."
CC bends down picking up the onesies.
"It is only clothes. No big deal. How about a snuggle?"
"I like that."

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