Pregnancy meme

[not_fair]

The Rabbit Done Died


"The rabbit died" is an old saying meaning one is pregnant, coming from the now no longer practiced rabbit test.


Congratulations!

You're pregnant. Knocked up. Eating for two. Have a bun in the oven.
Insert your own cliched phrase here. No matter how you say it, you're downright fertilized. Even if you're not typically in possession of a womb, somehow it happened. Are you scared? Happy? Gassy? A combination of everything? And who's the father, anyway?

1. Post with your character with their name and series in the subject line. If
you want to avoid any of the options, this would also be a good place to
list them.
2. This is one of those RNG memes, so you'll want to go to our good friend Random Number Generator and roll 1-6 for how far along you are. Or just pick what one you'd prefer.
3. If you're replying to someone, roll 1-4 for how you factor into this madness!



So, how far along are you anyway?

1. Two months - Sooooo all this sickness is kind of annoying, isn't it? At least you can still fit in your old clothes, right?

2. Four months - Okay, so things are getting a little tight. Time to break out the flowy stuff!

3. Six months - OH MY GOD IT'S AN ALI-- oh, no. It's just the baby moving. Although it's still kind of creepy, isn't it?

4. Eight months - Please. Please let it be over. Have mercy.

5. Overdue - C'mon kid! I'll buy you a pony! NO! TWO PONIES! My baaaaaack.

6. In labor - Exactly what it implies. You're having that kid!

7. Wildcard - Your choice!

What's your role in this whole mess, person replying?

1. YOU ARE THE FATHER - Well, now you've gone and done it. Are you going to take responsibility, or head for the hills?

2. Friend - You may not have done the deed, but you're going to be there to help your buddy. No matter HOW weird the circumstances!

3. Enemy - Do you feel a 'HAW HAW' coming on? This is just too funny.

4. Wildcard - Second verse, same as the first.

Comments

Irene Adler || BBC Sherlock

[womanwhobeatyou]

((Will roll for each.))

Truce verse?

[the_new_sexy]

[He steps into his flat and already knows she's there. He can smell her perfume, now, recognizes it. A small smile twitches on his lips.]

I'm beginning to wonder if you have John's schedule memorized.

Yessssssssss, 6ish months?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She's finally been able to stand the smell of her own perfume again. The first three months had been absolute misery every time she even glanced at the bottle.

But now she's sitting in his chair, her legs curled with some difficulty beneath her, and a smile at her lips.]

It's not a terrible varied schedule to memorize. Does he realize he always goes out for milk every eight and a half days or does he just think he runs out randomly?

Sounds good!

[the_new_sexy]

He also thinks he buys new shoes on an unusual schedule.

[he looks at her in his chair, but decides not to argue and instead to sit opposite her in John's chair.]

Nine months for a pregnancy, isn't it?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[That smile deepens. Good, you're learning, Sherlock.]

Generally. About eight months too long, really.

[the_new_sexy]

Clearly.

Species that gestate outside of the womb are far more likely to take over the planet than us. [This constitutes awkward small talk.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She's mildly surprised by the awkward small talk.] As if I don't feel rather like a brooding chicken often enough.

Not going to demand to know what I'm doing here?

[the_new_sexy]

No. Your shoes tell me enough. Though you're welcome to explain it in your own way if it would make you feel better.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her arms rest lightly on her abdomen, a gesture that's equal parts protective and simple weariness. She dislikes being continually tired, though it's really the lack of control over the entire situation that really galls her. Which was why she exerted what control she did have over everything she could. From these little visits and all the little annoyances they were to him, to the constant moving, the changing identities.

They all kept the growing uncertainty of the child at bay.

She'd be impressed if he'd managed to read all that from her shoes.]

And what do my shoes tell you besides the fact that I can't stand in heels anymore, and that I've just come recently back from the countryside, with a detour to a coffee shop on the way?