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 Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:42 pm
Durerin writes: Telling the family
Other than the horrible time we had when we first found out Lori was pregnant, telling Auntie and Uncle was probably the hardest part of coming to terms with having a baby. You know, they've always tried to steer me right, keep me on the good side of Drow. And I've always tried to make them proud.
I went over, alone, because I didn't know what Uncle would do. Auntie, I was pretty sure she'd have a favorable reaction. All glee and happy. Uncle, though... You never really know with him.
So I picked a day where Lure'd be out of the house, and I went over. And I confessed that I'd gotten my boyfriend pregnant, through the wonders of his unique biology and my own failure to put on a condom properly. Auntie, of course, was happy.
Uncle... he was a bit more annoyed. "I thought I'd taught you better." He said, and Uncle always has a way of making me feel tiny, even though I'm pretty huge. He wasn't speaking angrily, just... Worried. He knows what I know: Our genetics in our family aren't very good. Look at me. Look at Lure. I'm fairly lucky, she's lucky to be alive come each new year.
And, of course, he brought up that I'm living in a tiny apartment, and working as a bouncer. And that I'd only been dating Lori a few months. I fought the urge to bring up that he'd met my aunt in his closet after she broke into his house, but I abstained.
I told him that I'd make things work. We were going to look at houses, I was looking for other jobs. Something with better health insurance, preferably. He sat down in front of me, and he took my hands in his. "I'm just worried for you, because I love you." He said softly. It was always strange to see my Uncle be any sort of emotional. He's a typical Drow, reserved and cold. Emotions are for behind closed doors.
We talked a bit more, and I told him that this child would be the only one, that after things were good with Lori I'd probably get a vasectomy. I don't wanna take any chances at all. After all, Lori's a man, and I worry. What if the baby's too much for him, what if he gets weak or.... Worse?
And then, of course, there's the worry that the child will come out with my big yellow eyes. Yellow eyes mean sickness in Drow. I have Asthma, which is a very lucky thing, compared to my cousin. She's had cancer, her reproductive organs had to be removed, and she has some serious lung problems.
I knew that I would likely pass on some sort of genectic defect o a child, and yet here I am, going to become a father. I worry for the unborn child. I worry a lot.
But still, I like kids. And I love Lori. Everything's going to be fine, I know it. Somehow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:40 pm
Quiet time for the daddies
Lori was not close enough to the birth to be scared, but he was far enough along that he was ready to stop being fat and ill. He sat on the couch with a pair of headphones on his distended belly, treating the baby to some Mozart and fudge swirl ice cream while he watched Judge Judy.
Erin eventually finshed what he'd been doing, then sat himself by Lori.
"Interesting today?"
"Um...no. Not really," came the reply, "Just my usual loss of faith in humanity. Apparently the old b*****d is suing the girl and her mother because they were three inches within his driveway. His side of their shared driveway." He set his empty, melty-fudgy bowl aside and looked down, patting his belly.
"I wonder how much bigger I'll get. I wonder how big I'll be once the baby is born."
Erin gently patted his arm. "You'll be fine," He assured him. "Big and huggable and squishable."
Lori was once again reminded that Erin was no good at comforting a pregnant man.
"I don't wanna be squishable. I wanna be hot. I wanna be a rock. Like when we met, huh? Didn't fall in love with a fatty." He picked his ice cream bowl back up and scooped at the dregs, then sucking on the spoon and looking forlorn.
"I fell in love with you, weather you're chubby or not." Erin sighed. He wasn't good at this at all! "But if you want to, we can go to the gym and the pool and run and other things."
Lori just frowned and sighed. He hadn't wanted to be pregnant! Sure, he was glad he was now, but when the baby was out he'd be all flabby and stretchy and have to work his a** off. He felt so much less of a man with a baby inside him, and with good reason.
Erin kissed his shoulder.
"And dancing is good too."
"There won't be time for dancing. We'll have a baby," Lori said, putting his bowl down yet again on the table.
"Maybe she'll be good for you. She seems to calm down every time you touch me."
So Erin gently rubbed Lori's belly. "Stop being so mean, baby." He scolded softly.
"I will make time for dancing." He assured him. "As much time as you want."
Erin had been saved more than once by Lori's continually fluctuating moods. The young man laughed and beeped Erin's nose.
"You're really, really bad at this."
"I know." He gave a lopsided smile, still petting his belly. "I'm horrible, but I try to be better for you, Lori."
The baby still refused to move for Erin. There had actually been a point when Lori was irrationally worried that the baby was dead or scared when Erin tried to feel it. Now he figured it was just playing games.
"You've just never gotten a man pregnant before," he joked.
"Nope, never." Erin said, kissing Lori's neck. "And expecially not one so pretty."
Lori laughed again. Pretty. He wasn't handsome any more, or sexy, or hot. He was pretty, he was beautiful, he was "glowing". He hated it. When the baby was born, he'd be "cute", but at least then Erin would have to suffer the same blow to his masculinity.
Mozart's ninth piano concerto began to float through the headphones (bellyphones?), and Lori leaned back with a sigh. Baby always liked this song a little too much. Maybe it would move for Daddy and make Mommy feel ill!
... ... ...
Nope.
"Baby doesn't like you," he mumbled.
"It's okay if baby doesn't like me now." Erin said, still rubbing his belly. "Baby can calm down when Daddy is here, so that you can rest and not be sick."
He ended that with a kiss to said belly. Mwah!
...KICK YOU IN THE FACE!
The baby rolled and flailed a tiny limb at Daddy's face. Lori groaned.
"She feels like an alieeeen. An alien with bad gaaaaaas."
Erin pulled away with a laugh, going back to petting. Would that calm you down baby?
"Ooooh, poor Lori!"
NO. BABY WANTED TO KILL YOU NOW. AND DO BACKFLIPS. AND BARREL ROLLS.
Lori closed his eyes and sighed, going slightly nauseous.
"There. Baby moved for you now," he said, smiling softly, "Feels kinda funny, dunnit?"
Erin squished his mouth to one side, still petting softly. It was a weird feeling. Weird and amazing.
"I'm sorry you're so miserable, sweetheart.'
"I'm not miserable," Lori said, opening an eye to look at Erin and smiling wider, "It's our baby, and it's moving, and it's healthy."
Mmhm." Erin risked another kiss to the belly. Love! "Very healthy, if moving is any indication."
Hmm. Done kicking you, Daddy. Just little rolls.
"It can be. You can come to the next ultrasound, it's in the afternoon." Lori sighed and metered his breathing. It wasn't so bad, when you got used to it.
"She's gonna pop out runnin', I tell ya."
"Feels like it." Erin smiled, leaningh is head against Lori's shoulder. loves~ "As long as she isn't running away from us."
"You know she will be, and laughing the whole time," Lori chuckled, putting a hand on Erin's head to play with his fuzzy hair, "We've doomed this child to be awesome."
"It's all your fault. You and your amazingness." Erin said, kissing his neck again. Muah~ "Beautiful baby. Hopefully has your hair."
"Noooo," Lori complained, although he was still grinning, "No crazy frizzy bright pink hair. Pretty fine white hair, dark dark skin."
"Nooo darkskins." Erin nommed his neck. Arar, Erin could be silly! "Needs to be a cute baby, not a scary baby."
Lori sporfled and pushed Erin. Tickled!
"My dad was black! This baby is doomed!"
"Nooo, it will take after you." He still nommed.Tickles!
"Okay, then. Pretty pink-haired girl," Lori laughed, "She won't match her room!"
"She doesn't have to." Erin said, stopping the nom attack. "She doesn't have to match."
Lori shook his head and looked into Erin's eyes. He hoped the baby had his eyes. They were pretty. Bright.
"Nope. She just has to be ours."
"Yep." Erin squeezed hand. "She'll be ours."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:16 pm
Risaughlorsame writes: IT. IS. ALIIIVE!
Yeah, I'm pretty terrified. I mean, holy crap, there's a little person inside of me. That in and of itself didn't hit me until lately. You feel the b*****d moving, and you really can't ignore it any more. It feels strange. Not bad, just strange. Then, of course, I realize that Baby Drowspot has to come out somehow.
I admit I don't know s**t about my own anatomy beyond what Mom felt the need to tell me. Pregnancy, yeah, I get it. Birth? Holy s**t, man. What if I have a butt-baby? I hope my belly button is an opening or some s**t, because I absolutely refuse to have a peenbaby. I mean, absolutely refuse.
Mom seemed okay with Erin, which is good. I'm still not really sure what she thinks about us and the baby, but that won't really matter after she's born. Mom was always a sucker for the little sacks of flesh. This is the only one she's getting, though. We had a little talk and Erin got the snip. I was the designated pea-freezer and spoiler for two days, and then it was back to letting him treat me like an invalid.
The house is pretty much done. I mean, I think it's done, but Erin's weird so I can't really know. The baby's probably coming sooner rather than later, but that's fine. Erin got a new job that isn't as likely to get him killed, and we all have insurance now. God knows we'll need it. I mean, Erin's got asthma, Lure's got cancer, it must run in the family or something. I don't mind a sick baby, but I just hope it's well. What a way that would be to start off the birth. Congratulations, it's a boy. With one lung.
It'll all be fine, though. I love Erin, Erin loves me, we have supportive family members and a good house and a good dog. When the baby comes, she'll be beautiful.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 6:20 pm
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