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Days pregnant: Millions. (v.b. Feet could have very well turned into some sort of flipper and I wouldn't have noticed.), No.of times thought baby was dead due to lack of movement: 62 (v.b.), No. of times was reassured by extremely painful kick to ribs that baby was v. much alive: 62 (v.g.), No. of times wished that BLOODY PREGNANCY WOULD FUCKING END ALREADY: Billions (exceedingly b.)
Bridget had gotten her body back less than a week ago, and while she had been absolutely thrilled, there was that small lingering feeling of missing a body that could walk ten feet without its feet throbbing or get up from a low seat without it being a bloody battle to the death. But as horrible as having RogerbloodyDavis take care of her child for a weekend had been, he'd done a decent job of it, as the baby was neither dead nor seemingly damaged in any way.
Which is probably v. good, considering that O-Ren may v. well have attempted murder if he had. Godmother of child in jail would be extremely detrimental to emotional development of child.
Today, instead of sitting about like she'd been doing for what felt like the past three months, Bridget was up.
And cleaning.
The baby could probably come any day now, and the last thing Bridget wanted was for him or her to come home to an incredibly messy home. Home actually meaning Bridget's current room in the compound, which was littered with clothes, books and other assorted things. So at the moment, she was tossing what she could out into a growing pile in the hallway, occassionally cursing and then apologizing to the baby for doing so whenever there was an item that she couldn't reach on her own. Finally, growing frustrated by a pink shirt that had somehow ended up under her bed, she waddled out into the hallway, looking somewhat helpless.
"Hullo...?"
[ooc: Last EP before baby is born! Late tags certainly welcome!]
Bridget had gotten her body back less than a week ago, and while she had been absolutely thrilled, there was that small lingering feeling of missing a body that could walk ten feet without its feet throbbing or get up from a low seat without it being a bloody battle to the death. But as horrible as having RogerbloodyDavis take care of her child for a weekend had been, he'd done a decent job of it, as the baby was neither dead nor seemingly damaged in any way.
Which is probably v. good, considering that O-Ren may v. well have attempted murder if he had. Godmother of child in jail would be extremely detrimental to emotional development of child.
Today, instead of sitting about like she'd been doing for what felt like the past three months, Bridget was up.
And cleaning.
The baby could probably come any day now, and the last thing Bridget wanted was for him or her to come home to an incredibly messy home. Home actually meaning Bridget's current room in the compound, which was littered with clothes, books and other assorted things. So at the moment, she was tossing what she could out into a growing pile in the hallway, occassionally cursing and then apologizing to the baby for doing so whenever there was an item that she couldn't reach on her own. Finally, growing frustrated by a pink shirt that had somehow ended up under her bed, she waddled out into the hallway, looking somewhat helpless.
"Hullo...?"
[ooc: Last EP before baby is born! Late tags certainly welcome!]