It wasn't hard to tell that Clint was nodding as she talked just because he felt he was supposed to. It was frustrating, really. He seemed so disinterested in her and everything else and she wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't even leave practice early for one day for her last check up which had actually been a pretty major milestone in the pregnancy. Setting the cat down, she rand a hand through her hair again before crossing her arms in front of her, causing the fabric of her sweatshirt to pull a little tighter, accenting her small bump more. It was completely ridiculous, she was sure, but all she wanted was to know that Clint still cared. Because if he did, he was making it almost impossible to tell. She just wanted a hug or an actual smile or something but instead she got forced smiles and empty nods. It was frustrating.
"I'll, erm....I'll look into that then. I didn't realize there were people who worked with pregnant women," she said, unsure what else to say. If she told him she didn't want one, he probably would have gotten annoyed or something. And maybe someone else to talk to for a while would be good. Couldn't hurt, right? Plus, if it kept her more healthy, that was definitely a bonus. And maybe someone who was used to working with pregnant women would be able to help her get a little more excited about this whole thing. Because right now? It was hard to be excited about something growing inside of her when she felt so disconnected from the person she was supposed to be sharing it with.
Her brow furrowed slightly when he automatically answered about wanting a girl. Didn't most pureblood males want, well, males? To carry on their lines and all that? At his next sentence however, she looked down for a moment, smiling slightly as she pushed a curl behind one of her ears. He had a point. She really didn't want to have to have a lot of kids. But she'd sort of assumed the same thing from him too. "You want to get me pregnant again?" she asked as she looked back up at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. "We're only a third of the way in and we can barely talk to each other," she said with a small laugh. If this was how every pregnancy was going to go, she definitely didn't want any more. But it was sweet that he did. Even if it was probably more about the kids than her but...still. "How many kids do you want?" she asked, feeling like this was the sort of conversation that most married couples had probably already had by this point.