A Happy Occasion {Brett}
Nov 24, 2010 16:13:37 GMT -5
Post by Kimberly Nolan on Nov 24, 2010 16:13:37 GMT -5
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Bed rest wasn't something Kimmy had ever had to face during her first pregnancy. It seemed a bit weird, thinking that at only twenty years old, she would soon be giving birth to a second child, and she knew that a lot of people would not consider it something to be proud of - she hadn't planned it either, though. Her first pregnancy had come from her being naive and gullible, and easily controlled - there was a lot she hadn't known at that time, and her boyfriend had just decided to take advantage of it. Admittingly, this time was the result of carelessness and a slight lack of responsibility, but she would never in her life refer to any of it all as accidents. They had both been unexpected pregnancies, and the first had ended up making a loving couple who couldn't have children very happy, and she was glad to have been able to give them a son to care for. As for the child she was now carrying... of course, it had never been in her life plans to have a child with Brett so early on in their relationship, but she had faith that this was only the beginning of the rest of their life together, that the baby she would soon give birth to would be the first child of their family.
But even with those happy thoughts, she couldn't help but grow restless as she lay in bed all day, unable to find a comfortable position. She had truly never been so bored in her life - reading no longer appealed to her, nor did movies or anything that had to do with a computer. Yet, there wasn't much more she could do while on bed rest, because even sex wasn't something that was very adviseable at this point, and even if it had been, she didn't think she would have been able to find a comfortable position. In spite of that, she was still a week and a half away from her due date, and she really didn't think she could stand it that much more, especially considering the fact that her first pregnancy had gone almost three weeks over the nine months limit. The mere thought of that was unbearable to her, sighing as she rolled on her side in an attempt to get comfortable, listening to the sound of the shower running that came from the bathroom and deciding that she felt thirsty, and didn't want to wait until Brett was done getting clean to get something to drink, getting back to her feet and heading over to the kitchen.
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