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"Ky you alright?" Patrick yelled through the door. It had been three more months and every morning of those months was filled with morning sickness, and intense nausea. I was now four and a half months pregnant. My stomach was the size of a basketball. My feet hurt and my back ached constantly.

I rinsed out my mouth and opened the bathroom door to see Patrick.

"Hey," he said pulling me into his arms, "You alright?"

"Yeah, i'm fine." I said.

"Ive got practice, but i'll be back really soon okay?"

I nodded, while he hesitated, "I'm fine Pat, really, now go" he kissed me on the cheek before heading off to practice.

I looked at myself in the mirror, yikes, I thought.

My hair was rolled in a bun on top of my head. My black tank top was rolled up on one side, and my grey capris, were different lengths on each leg.

I took a shower and stretched a pair of leggings and a purple half zip over my stomach. Wow I was really getting big. I still had 4 and half months left to go and I already looked like a small planet. I french braided my hair and sat down on the couch with Charlie. Thank God I quit my job, I never would have been able to handle all working with this pregnancy.

Despite the side effects, we still had things to get done. When Patrick got home, Abby, Chaunette,and I would go pick things out for the nursery. Patrick, Sharpy, and Shawzie decided baby shopping wasn't really their thing. So, the girls would pick out the items, and the guys would be responsible for setting them up.

Patrick and I decided the babies would need to be together in the same room to make things easier, it would be their choice, or depend on how many more kids we had if they wanted separate rooms or not.

Around three o' clock Chaunette and Abby picked me up and we headed off to a baby store in downtown Chicago.

The options were ridiculous. It seemed like their were hundreds of different things of everything. Cribs, strollers, dressers, changing tables, it was overwhelming.

"Okay" Abby said, "From my experience its best if you tackle the big things first. So lets start with paint" we walked over to the wall of hundreds of samples.

"So what did you guys have in mind?" Chaunette asked.

"Blue, but I have no idea what kind of blue." I said.

"So," Abby said "Which one draws your eye?"

Hours passed, we had decided on carpeting, furniture, paint, dressers, changing tables, and a few other minor things. Of course they're had to be two of everything.

We got the paint and headed home, unfortunately the doubled furniture wouldn't be in until next week.

"Thank you both so much!" I said getting out of the car.

"No Problem!" Abby yelled from the car, "You have us anytime." Chaunette said, "Let me help with that, " Chaunette said reaching for the buckets of paint.

"No, no" I said, "You two have done plenty i've got this." I carried the paint inside.

"Hey," Patrick said grabbing the paint cans, "Ky you gotta slow down, you know its not good for you to be doing that much."

"Patrick, i'm fine." I said, and just as those words came out I was crippled with a sharp pain, I clutched my stomach.

"Whoah," Patrick said, "Whats going on,"

"I don't know," I said "Wait," I smiled, "I think he's kicking."

Patrick smiled, "What?"

"Here," I said grabbing his hand, "feel," the baby kicked again.

"Wow," his eyes got wide, "he's alive."
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A few weeks later and the nursery complete, the walls were powder blue, they complemented the white cribs, white closet doors and changing table, that was set under the window. The curtains complemented the walls. Next to the changing table, we set a chair that complemented the curtains. The window gave a view of the Chicago city street. I set small, tan teddy bears in each of their cribs that were clothed in blue sheets.

I was folding small white towels on the changing table, when Patrick came up behind me, hugging my waist below my, round stomach.

"This is our kids room," he said kissing me on the cheek.

"Its crazy" I said looking around the room.

"You know we still haven't picked names." he said.

"I cant decided on one let alone two." I said.

"We'll get it" he said, "I'm sure something we both like will come around."

I hoped so, because these babies were getting anxious to get out into the world.

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