I'm 29 weeks pregnant; fat and swollen in everyday.
I'm exhausted, and my sickness has come back with full force.
I'm spending every day snuggled up on the sofa in the living room of our new house; a giant comfy warm corner sofa.
The house has been decorated, furnished and everything put away. It's officially ready.
We also have all the baby stuff, and I've had a baby shower with the entire pack!
We have more than enough baby things up until they turn 1!
Spoilt rotten are they're not even here yet.
"Baby, how are you feeling?" Holden murmurs, coming into the living room.
I just grumble; my stomach churning and my head pounding, "pain killers please."
"Headache?"
I nod, and close my eyes, pouting.
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"Let's ask her." Holden whispers.
"Ask me what?" I grumble from the sofa.
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