05-25-2014, 11:38 PM
Indignantly I start to spit, "I could TOTALLY-" but at a withering look from you I sigh and lean back, my hands splayed across the gravid planet of my belly. "Fine. But I am not going past two weeks overdue. At that point, I'm getting induced." As we pull into the parking lot of the fitness center I unbuckle my seatbelt and prepare for the Ritual of Rising that happens every time I get out of the car now, tugging my shirt down over my bump even though I know it'll only ride up as you heave me standing.