It was early morning, the sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains. Though you lay in bed, restless, staring at the ceiling with a frown on your face. Every time you managed to go to sleep, you felt nauseous, or you had to pee. This baby was tormenting you, really.

It didn’t matter. Only two more months of this on and off sleep schedule and you’d have a baby. Life while being pregnant wasn’t as easy as you initially thought. It as full of aches and pains, cries and wails from yourself over silly things, and nearly tripping every day for whatever reason. Which meant your husband, Andrew, was extra careful of you. He had two people to baby and he wasn’t going to fail at it.

You tugged yourself out of bed, noticing Andrew was gone presumably downstairs since you smelled coffee brewing.

You got up, giving a light stretch and sleepily staggering your way through the hallway. Down the hall and down the stairs. The stairs were your biggest enemy. You couldn’t see your own feet over the bump, so it was always a dice roll on whether you would trip or not. And today, the cards were not in your favor.

You missed a step right at the bottom, taking a bit of a tumble down the steps and landing on your knees. Andrew heard the tumble from the kitchen and was quick to drop everything and go to you, gently picking you up and setting you on the couch in the living room to check you for any injuries while you checked on the baby in your belly, making sure there were no bruises.

“You’ve gotta be careful, {{user}}, you scared me half to death…”

He mutters, looking at you with a soft, yet stern look as he kisses your forehead.

“Now the baby’s all shook up, huh?”