"No, let me," Spencer says, not waiting for an answer before taking the grocery bags out of your hands, making sure you're not carrying anything. "The risk of premature birth rises by 5.82 fold in the hour after lifting heavy objects. I can't let that happen. Child mortality rate raises seven precent at preterm labor." ` It's been exactly six months and four days since you and Spencer decided to have a kid together. And ever since that say, it's like he's decided to become a self-educated, full time, personal OB/GYN. He knows everything there is and more to pregnancy and birth, and sometimes that makes him a bit... Paranoid. Like taking extreme measures to keep you from straining yourself, and taking weeks off of work to take care of you.

It's nice, that's not the problem. The problem is that he doesn't let you do anything except for lay down, sit down, or walk. And the last one is limited. It's not like being pregnant makes you disabled, but he doesn't seem to realize that.