8 weeks:

It had been a month since the big surprise and morning sickness was beginning to kick in. It was hard to hold down any food, and every morning before getting up, I'd be hit by a dizzy spell, making me lose my balance. Oh, and I don't understand why humans call it morning sickness anyway, because it happens in the mornings, afternoons, evenings, with the smell of coffee, pretty much anytime it wants.

12 weeks:

I'd finally found a way to deal with the dizzy spells, every morning before getting up from my bed, I'd eat a cracker, stuffed a liquorice popsickle in my cheek, sucked it for a few seconds and could get up from the bed. It also helped that the morning sickness was wearing of a little too, at least I wasn't losing weight anymore. My Mom had bought a device so we could listen to my baby's heartbeat, as we couldn't visit a regular doctor and I refused to go see our pack doctor.

16 weeks:

My belly was finally getting a little bigger, to accomodate my growing baby. At the moment, it felt more like I had eaten too much, the tissue of my belly was still soft, not hard and round, but of course, the skin wasn't really stretching yet. Every day, I'd listen to my baby's heartbeat, it comforted me and of course, I could also feel it moving now, occassionally. It felt like little soap bubbles exploding against the inside of my stomach.

20 weeks:

We have started buying furniture for the baby, my Mom mentioned it was time to start buying the necessacities because neither of us knew how much longer the baby would stay in my womb, as It appeared to go a lot slower than for normal wolf pregancies, furthering my beliefs that I was truly a runt, meant to be an omega in a pack life. Thankfully my Mom had left that life all those years ago, because I didn't think I would be able to live a life, cooking and cleaning up for other people, bless the kind-hearted souls who did, but I'm far too messy a person to have it be my only life goal.

24 weeks:

We have been trying to build the crip and changing station. Neither me or my Mom admitted it, but this was one of the moments where we were definitely missing Dad, because even after four hours, we weren't any closer to putting the crib together. I couldn't help but letting my mind wander to a different situation, where I was expecting a baby with my mate by my side, where he would be putting together the crib, because it was such a manly thing to do, I smiled at my fabricated memory, but couldn't help the tear rolling down my cheek, such a bittersweet gift, this pregnancy.

28 weeks:

My hormones were starting to drive me crazy, I couldn't look at myself in a mirror to,either feel completely disupgusted with how my body was expanding everywhere, not just around my belly as you see with all those supermodels, and frankly every werewolf I've seen pregnant, or I'd start crying because I was so evidently growing a life inside of me.

I was also starting to wonder what the baby would look like, which of course made me burst out in tears most of the time too, because I had no idea who the father was and because I worried what the future would look like.

According to my mother, these were normal reactions. Guess I would have to rely on her telling the truth, although there's a high chance she was simply trying to avoid another close encounter with the Niagara falls.

32 weeks:

I caught my Mom while she was on the phone with uncle Keith, talking about some favors he could ask for, so I could see a werewolf doctor who lived closer. I nearly bit her head of, if only I could. She even bared her teeth at me to put me back in my place. I had no idea what's been going on inside my body, one minute I'm fine, the next I felt blood-thirsty.

To be completely honest? I was ready for this pregnancy go be over.

36 weeks:

The baby was running out of place to move, it had now permanently turned downwards, effectively pressing down on my bladder almost all the time. I had been having contractions from time to time too, one time I'd even woken my Mom up because I was so worried, but she assured me they were simply practice runs, getting me used to the feeling and slowly preparing for birth. I had finally given in to allowing a doctor to come help le give birth, provided he vowed never to speak to anyone about it.

39 weeks:

Today's the day. I was going to meet my baby. My contractions had been going steady now, for at least half the day, but were quite far apart. The doctor had arrived and was drinking coffee with my mother to kill the time, while I sat on a ball which supposedly helped human mothers for a variety of things. I didn't think it was doing anything, to be honest.

Gradually, the pain began increasing, the contractions following each other quickly, giving me barely any time to recover, and soon I had dilated enough to start pushing. I would like to say that I was brave, and that it didn't hurt, but I should not tell lies. It felt as stabbing yourself deliberatly with a knife, repeatedly, there! After a couple of pushes, I was a crying mess, ready to throw in the towel, but of course, it didn't work that way.

Thank the moon for my Mom, who stayed by my side all throughout it, cheering me on, whispering I could do it. She held my hand and leg back to belp me push and I swore, I could never have done it without her.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I heard the shrill cries of my baby. Sighing happily because I was meeting my baby for the first time, and because it was over, I leaned back against the cushions and relaxed, almost immediately drifting off to sleep because all the emotions and effort of giving birth had worn me down, but not before the doctor had shown me a glimpse of my beautiful baby's face.

My beautiful baby boy, Alexander.

Author's Note:

Wow, people are actually reading this, I'm so happy! Feel free to point out any typos if you come across them.

If you like the story so far, then I'd appreciate if you voted,

I decided to do this chapter as a summary, because the focus of the story is not on her pregnancy, or the baby and otherwise it takes too long to get to the good stuff!

The next chapter will show Alexander's little big moments!