Apt 8160, late afternoon, Ang and Alec,
Ang was stuck, not major stuck stuck, but, having finished her crossword puzzle, and needing to get up and move around, she suddenly found herself stuck in her favourite armchair. Worse, with Gavin down for a nap, and Alec in his office down the hall, she was on her own. Which wouldn't have been too bad, except the baby was busy tap dancing on her her internal organs, doing somersaults and generally making Ang feel rather nauseous. After a few minutes of struggling, and it was a struggle, she was due in about six weeks so was the size of the average small house now, she had to give in. Please god she didn't wake Gavin up...
"Alec?" Even to her own ears it sounded plaintive and whiny, "I need a bit of help here?"