[TBS] A. A little bit pregnant
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hattie_notqueenA little bit pregnant? I've heard people use that phrase and I'm just curious as to what that means, exactly. Because you're either pregnant or you're not. And if you ARE, well... you are. That's all there is to it. Trust me. I know. BELIEVE me. And how do I know?
I'm a little bit pregnant.
Not just any 'a little bit pregnant', but a little bit on the 'odd' side of pregnant. Which, okay, I suppose a lot of women feel a little off, especially at the beginning. Let me tell you, I opted to go on this archaeological dig at the beginning of my pregnancy and while it was amazing and fantastic in terms of knowledge? It was grueling and tiring and absolutely AWFUL when it came to being pregnant.
My father, who was along for the expedition, had just been told I was pregnant AND the special circumstances under which I had found myself in such a... delicate state. In order to go on this little field trip, as allowed by my MOTHER, he had to make sure I was taking care of myself properly. She's a little protective. The 'properly' included taking a doctor with me, constant drinking of water and while being in Egypt generally means that water is a good thing, when you realize that you're starting to have to use the bathroom more often and can no longer sit for hours studying heiroglyphs? It's a little irritating.
Of course, that doesn't take into account the um, morning sickness. Now, I didn't tell Kitt because it wasn't THAT bad. I was gone a total of ten weeks, but for two of them, I could barely move. It was THAT. BAD. My father thought he was going to have to explain to my mother why something horrible had happened and threatened the doctor loudly and often, while flailing and cleaning his glasses obsessively. The DOCTOR, for all he was doing, had to explain to my father (who had missed the first six months of my mother's pregnancy with ME) that it was more or less normal, while apologizing for the way I was feeling. And, truthfully? It wasn't HIS fault.
It was Kitt's.
Which is why I didn't tell him. Because then I'd have to admit how I laid in bed for two weeks swearing that if I lived through it, I was going to get through his MBS and do some serious damage.
Live I did, and by the time my trip was over, I was feeling wonderful and kinda sexy. Plus, I'd missed Kitt and was no longer 'a little bit pregnant'. I just was.
Pregnant.
By a car.
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Hattie Jackson
Stargate SG-1
476 Words
I'm a little bit pregnant.
Not just any 'a little bit pregnant', but a little bit on the 'odd' side of pregnant. Which, okay, I suppose a lot of women feel a little off, especially at the beginning. Let me tell you, I opted to go on this archaeological dig at the beginning of my pregnancy and while it was amazing and fantastic in terms of knowledge? It was grueling and tiring and absolutely AWFUL when it came to being pregnant.
My father, who was along for the expedition, had just been told I was pregnant AND the special circumstances under which I had found myself in such a... delicate state. In order to go on this little field trip, as allowed by my MOTHER, he had to make sure I was taking care of myself properly. She's a little protective. The 'properly' included taking a doctor with me, constant drinking of water and while being in Egypt generally means that water is a good thing, when you realize that you're starting to have to use the bathroom more often and can no longer sit for hours studying heiroglyphs? It's a little irritating.
Of course, that doesn't take into account the um, morning sickness. Now, I didn't tell Kitt because it wasn't THAT bad. I was gone a total of ten weeks, but for two of them, I could barely move. It was THAT. BAD. My father thought he was going to have to explain to my mother why something horrible had happened and threatened the doctor loudly and often, while flailing and cleaning his glasses obsessively. The DOCTOR, for all he was doing, had to explain to my father (who had missed the first six months of my mother's pregnancy with ME) that it was more or less normal, while apologizing for the way I was feeling. And, truthfully? It wasn't HIS fault.
It was Kitt's.
Which is why I didn't tell him. Because then I'd have to admit how I laid in bed for two weeks swearing that if I lived through it, I was going to get through his MBS and do some serious damage.
Live I did, and by the time my trip was over, I was feeling wonderful and kinda sexy. Plus, I'd missed Kitt and was no longer 'a little bit pregnant'. I just was.
Pregnant.
By a car.
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Hattie Jackson
Stargate SG-1
476 Words
