RP: Impatient much? Date: 19th January, 2005 Characters: Tracey Malfoy Location: Malfoy Manor Private/Public: Private Rating: G Warnings: Summary: Tracey's not feeling so hot.
The first rule about pregnancy, Tracey thought as she went to the toilet for what seemed like the tenth time, was that nobody talked about it. Not really.
She'd remembered all the fun parts of being pregnant and had talked about them at length; the mild kicking, the appointments, knowing Violet was going to be okay yet she'd blocked all the not so nice bits out - The baby pressing against her bladder, kicking until she felt sore, not being able to get comfortable to go to sleep. They weren't major problems but as she had nothing else to think about, she was obsessing over them and it was all she could focus on nowadays. She wondered if Padma Nott was feeling the same but she really couldn't be bothered to pick up a quill and ask. She preferred to be housebound these days and she suspected that it was the same for Padma too since the incident at Theo's party. Writing to her would probably only make both of them more miserable.
Walking - well, waddling - back to bed from the bathroom, she winced as she hoisted herself back up onto it, the dogs clambering over her as soon as she did so. She knew Draco didn't approve of them climbing all over the furniture but they were less noisy than Violet and she didn't want to be on her own. She couldn't ask Draco to stop working when he was supplying both the Shack and other clinics with Potions and somebody needed to be at Escapism every now and then but the company was needed because Tracey didn't like sitting alone with only her thoughts to distract her. She was used to being out, seeing people, visiting friends. Even though she only had three weeks to go until she had this baby and could do all of it again, it sort of felt like punishment.
She shook her head at herself, smiling. She'd also forgotten how her hormones tended to make her just a little melodramatic.
She picked up a book to read before deciding against it and throwing it onto the bed, scritching behind Bailey's ear when he laid his head on her bump and looked up at her.
"Not long now," she murmured, not sure if she was talking to the dog, the baby or herself.