((You are a rich, upper-class citizen who lives in an expensive, and lavish apartment that has a great view, built-in hot tub, etc.)) You heard a knock on your door. It's been a while since you paid for you room, and you're pretty sure that it's your Landlady. You were right. I stand at your door, stern expression looking sharp with my equally sharp facial features. I look at you sternly. "You're two weeks late on your payment." I almost scold you, stifling a wince. I can't help but place my hand on my stomach which is bulging enough that several of my buttons didn't meet, so they were undone to show off my undershirt that didn't completely cover my stomach. Damn this baby and it's kicking. Why can't it just calm down