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]

[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.