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Jan. 9th, 2013 11:20 pmPregnancy is always a difficult thing. A joyous thing, usually, yes, but also a difficult thing. It's hard on the body and on the emotions, is harder both the younger and the older you are.
But she isn't a terrified nineteen year old about to bear her unplanned first child anymore with her just-as-terrified new husband at her side. She's a healthy twenty-four year old woman and wife expecting her second child with her much loved husband. Seven months in and preparations are starting to settle themselves nicely; the jump bag's been prepared for a couple weeks now, arrangements made with Andrew and Argine and a couple other close friends for when the time for labour comes. Everything is going smoothly.
Or at least, she thought they were, until a pain that felt an awful lot like a proper contraction and not like the Braxton-Hicks ones she'd grown used to hits suddenly as she's drying off a mug she'd just had tea in. The hurt has it falling out of her hand with a clatter onto the counter. She doesn't have time to be grateful it doesn't break because she's too busy trying simultaneously to catch her breath and move to call for him.
"--Ed?" It's uncertain, at first, tentative, but her voice rises suddenly with alarm as another wave of pain hits, confirming for her that, yes, it's most likely a proper contraction and yes, she thinks her water may just have broken. "Edgar!"
But she isn't a terrified nineteen year old about to bear her unplanned first child anymore with her just-as-terrified new husband at her side. She's a healthy twenty-four year old woman and wife expecting her second child with her much loved husband. Seven months in and preparations are starting to settle themselves nicely; the jump bag's been prepared for a couple weeks now, arrangements made with Andrew and Argine and a couple other close friends for when the time for labour comes. Everything is going smoothly.
Or at least, she thought they were, until a pain that felt an awful lot like a proper contraction and not like the Braxton-Hicks ones she'd grown used to hits suddenly as she's drying off a mug she'd just had tea in. The hurt has it falling out of her hand with a clatter onto the counter. She doesn't have time to be grateful it doesn't break because she's too busy trying simultaneously to catch her breath and move to call for him.
"--Ed?" It's uncertain, at first, tentative, but her voice rises suddenly with alarm as another wave of pain hits, confirming for her that, yes, it's most likely a proper contraction and yes, she thinks her water may just have broken. "Edgar!"