Pregnancy Meme!

[paterelohim]

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE PREGNANT.

This is some serious shit. Knocked up, eating for two, the rabbit done died, carrying assbabies.

So what are you gonna do now, fuckweed? Cry, celebrate, hail the glorious Lord Satan for making this mpreg possible? Any way you slice it, you have to deal with this.

What you're gonna do is reply to this post, new mother/gypsy-cursed father, with your character's name and what numbered scenarios you're open to, as follows:

0. Finding out/telling people: you just found out you're pregnant, or you're just starting to tell people. Have fun!

1-3: Trimesters: this one is easy. You're in your first, second, or third trimester. Get as specific or not as you want.

4: Overdue: jesus christ just get it out of me 8(

5: Options: you're considering Other Ways of handling this pregnancy; adoption or abortion. With adoption, this could be either at the beginning or at the end.

6: Dealer's Choice: idk go crazy.

Of course, you can have more than one number at a time in a situation, since Options and Telling People can happen any time.

What about YOU, person replying? You can roll depending on what the person you're replying to is open to, and then figure out your own situation. Here are your options:

1: YOU ARE THE FATHER: wow way to go you suck. Better step up, asshole, or we'll feed you to the Darkness.

2: Friend: time for support, shopping, and maybe awkward magic help, depending on how horrified the pregnant father is. 8|

3: Enemy: point and laugh. Do it. Or make terrible evil plots, it's up to you.

4: Dealer's Choice: yeeeaaaaaah.

Comments

[gaveherwings]

I will pay for and put up any kind of wall trim you'd care to have up, I promise.

[Daedalus assures him with a tired rub to his shoulders and very fond exasperation, passing along the NV.

He takes Franz's hand when they're called, and only now do the nerves catch up with him a little, biting at the inside of his cheek with excitement. It's a small room with a chair, for the sonogram exam.]

[discretion]

[Franz settles down on the chair. It's a bit of a challenge, with how he's clinging to Daedalus's hand. Eventually he does have to let go enough to give him space. As the sonogram operator prepares the gel Franz clears his throat.] Um - I'm really... [It's like every bit of his usually-easy charm has fled him.] Can't he do it?

[gaveherwings]

It will be absolutely painless, this part is absolutely painless, you've seen how this part goes in half a dozen movies this month alone -

[Daedalus is reassuring, stroking his hand, and the technician gives them a look, and Daedalus turns his head so that Franz can't quite see the exchange as it happens on his face, but it could be his usual smiling gentleness that also has its charms, or it might be a stern look of authority -

Either way, there's a wary hesitation from the woman, but only for a moment - she turns the work over and goes to adjust the monitor, grateful pleasantries exchanged as Daedalus too happily applies a coating of the gel over Franz 's swelling belly, and there's so much blur of professsional and personal lines here that he 's barely thinking about, all wistful in the face and wondering at the changes to his body.]

[discretion]

[Franz makes a slight noise of complaint at the feeling of the gel, but instantly calms when it's Daedalus's hands on him. This is exactly the sort of thing they're supposed to avoid, of course, but he's glad for it anyway. Right now he's moody about anyone seeing or touching his body, but that look on Daedalus's face fills him with pride, affection and... something a little less appropriate for a doctor's office. Franz clears his throat.]

That's better. [He smiles a little.]

Thank you. [He murmurs quietly, though it's not clear if it's addressing the attendant or Daedalus, possibly both.]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus has been swiftly breaking a lot of his own rules lately, probably to the detriment of something or someone, somewhere, but not his baby or his baby's...mother, he supposes, though he's been very careful not to call Franz that until Franz is ready to decide what he's going to be, whatever he's most comfortable calling himself-]

Now we're only going to apply a bit of pressure, and it's like a little game of hunting, actually, because the fetus will still be so small. You've seen the pictures of what they typically look like by now, so you know exactly what we'll see, but the baby could be at an odd angle, so-

... In Romdeau things were a little easier on us.

[He admits, smiling, but would rather have it be like this than any 24 hour window on a mechanical womb.]

Just tell me if you feel anything strange, or if you hurt.

[discretion]

[Somehow, Daedalus finds this more pleasant and more miraculous than a baby grown in a tank somehow. Franz suspects otherwise: can it really be natural for a baby to grow in the body of one who was once male? Though the doctors say he always had the female potential inside him, it doesn't make sense to him.

If they were anywhere but Siren's Port, he might consider himself an abomination. He is glad for Daedalus's guidance, here.]

It tickles, but it doesn't hurt...

[Franz's gaze is finally torn from Daedalus to watch the screen.] Is that...?

[gaveherwings]

Mmhm! [His eyes brighten, elated, and he gives an excited nod, one hand gesturing towards the screen- he wishes he had about six arms, right now, one to show and one to hold the transducer and one to stroke at his face or his arm...]

See, yes! [He points out with pleasure, and can't even contain the strong, funny feeling welling up in his chest.] There's the head, and right now I know it seems a lot bigger than it should, compared to the body, but the brain needs plenty of development time- See look? It's in profile- and there's a little nose!

[discretion]

That's... [Franz just stares for such a long time, totally overwhelmed. It's like the world has stopped spinning for a moment. That's inside me.] Wow.

Hello there, little one.

[gaveherwings]

It's marvelous/i>, isn't it?

[Daedalus breathes, also transfixed on the screen, only barely aware that his eyes are brimming wet until he has to blink the blur of it away.]

Oh Franz, just look....

[discretion]

[Franz squeezes Daedalus's bicep.]

Against all odds, we made that... [Seeing Daedalus - who is made uncomfortable by fits of emotion, who cringes at tears, brim up, gets him going too. He sniffles.]

Totally unbelievable.

[gaveherwings]

Amazing.

[He agrees softly, whispering, his face absolutely transported with wonder. Daedalus leans a little into his touch, adjusting for a slightly better angle.]

...aren't you excited for it now?

[discretion]

Excited and scared to death. [Franz admits shakily.] It's so small and fragile...

Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?

[gaveherwings]

Hang on- [He's fumbling a little with the ultrasound, his own hands shaking a bit, and it's blurring the image- fussing, the technician decides to take over from here, scoffing as she lays her hand over Daedalus's. He shrugs helplessly at Franz and moves over to stand at his side, gripping at his arm.]

That looks like a girl, to me! It's kinda hard to tell from this angle. The amniocentesis will be far more accurate.

[discretion]

We're going to have to start thinking of names. [Franz says breathlessly, squeezing Daedalus's hand.] She is so beautiful...

[gaveherwings]

[a wave of relief washes over him- Franz is taking this so very well, it's not inducing another round of panic, he finally seems to be catching the slow thrill of what's happening.

The potential complications are still... concerning, but what they sees looks healthy, most importantly, and the fluid sample later should confirm up everything else he needs to know in order to prepare.

Let Franz fuss over nursery planning. They'll narrow down their names. They have time. There's still so much time and yet time keeps racing on them.

He strokes his thumb at Franz's hand, letting go of the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.]

Yes. Yes, she is...

[discretion]

Is she... is she really going to be okay in there? [Franz touches his belly, clutching hard to Daedalus with his other hand.]

God, this is. I don't know. [There are still tears in his eyes, his face is read, threatening, but they don't fall.]

Is she going to be okay with us?

[gaveherwings]

It'll probably be harder on you than it is on her. [Daedalus admits apologetically, with a slow sigh that's still measuring, able to think about this critically, even when all of his heart is so tremendously attached.] We still have time to think about when to schedule a Cesarean- I know surgery's a scary option, but still I think that's a far safer recommendation for your body than carrying all the way through term and birthing naturally.

[As for raising her, well... Daedalus is surprisingly calm, surprisingly ready for that, and thrilled at the prospect. How to raise a child for success in Siren's Port might be a lot different than tailoring a child to their raison d'etre in Romdeau, but for Daedalus, that sounds like the very finest sort of adventure to embark upon with Franz. He's thrilled at the idea of sleepless nights and development diaries and fathering. It's the pregnancy, and the potential for complications that keeps him up at night.

He bends until his face is at level with Franz's, and he sounds the desperate kind of sincere that's carried them all the way through this so far.]

I will do everything, everything I can to make sure she's going to be absolutely perfect with us.