RP: So. Eight weeks. Date & Time: 13 November, 2002 Post Type: RP Status: Open: Public Character(s): Mandy Brocklehurst, Anyone at St. M's Location: St. Mungo's, Third Floor, Plant Poisonings ward Summary: Mandy's trying to keep up with her research and the ward.
"No, Mrs. Jones, there are still ten doses left. That's three more days, then you can take the last dose at home. And no, I have no idea why your husband thought Tantric spores were a good substitute for cream of tartar, but I think you should do all the baking from now on." Mandy took the empty vial from her patient and pulled the curtain around the bed just a little. The green glow from the woman's skin was better, but it was still bright enough that it woke the other patients if they tried to nap.
Mandy disposed of the vial and made a note of the dose, then returned to the desk and sat, reaching for a packet of oyster crackers she kept in the drawer. The new potions her Healer had prescribed were helping the all-day nausea, but she'd found that if she kept a little something in her stomach, she was less likely to feel sickly during the day. She bit into a little cracker, giggling at herself.
A little something in my stomach. Mandy rolled her eyes, checking the schedule for potions once more to make sure she hadn't missed anyone, then pulled a book out of her bag. Her finger parted the pages at the ribbon that marked her place, and she read over the first page again.
Week 8... Mandy sighed. It seemed impossible that she was eight weeks pregnant. Two months. There were only seven to go. Thirty-two weeks. Well, it sounded longer if you said it that way...
Elbows begin to form in the arms and fingers start to develop. The leg buds begin to show feet with tiny notches for the toes. The face continues to change as the ears, eyes and the tip of the nose appear. Your baby is about as long as two grains of rice.
Mandy stopped, startled, then held up her fingers, just that far apart. It was tiny... She bent her head and continued to read.
Your uterus is the size of an orange now, and you may find your waistline expanding. If this is your first pregnancy, you're probably not showing. She made a fist, orange-sized, then looked down at her belly. Not showing yet, but soon enough... Your breasts are probably very tender and swollen. Well, they had that part right. She'd never been what she'd call busty, but Merlin, she'd filled every bra she had to bursting, and it wouldn't be long before she needed others.
Not that the idea of shopping wasn't fun, but she wasn't sure where she'd find the energy. How did two grains of rice make you so tired? She was looking forward to that three-month mark all the books talked about, when she'd get her energy back, and feel good about being pregnant. Now she just wanted to sleep. Mandy nibbled another cracker, then turned the page, finding a picture of what the baby might look like, greatly enlarged, of course. It looked rather like... a prawn.
"Oh, fab. I'm having a prawn. A tiny, rice-sized prawn, at that." She looked down at her belly. "Hurry up and grow, you," she said, then laughed. "I'm already tired of waiting."