90th of Fall
513 AV
Late Afternoon
Hadyn tucked the corners of the bedspread beneath the mattress, pausing to exhale slowly as a haze of nausea over took her. Her hand rested on the patterned quilt - a parting gift from her mother's cousin - as she swallowed the urge to undo all her good work and take a nap. The bed was made, a fire was burning merrily in the hearth and the apartment was cleaner than it'd ever been. At the advice of a particularly critical midwife Hadyn was lying in. Well, that's what she was supposed to be doing. But the idea of simply lazing around waiting for the baby to make its entrance was unappealing to the weaponsmith.
Although her belly was big enough that she was sure she was housing a horse the woman managed to stay active. Convinced that becoming laconic even in this late stage of pregnancy would result in a lazy child Hadyn was constantly moving, either taking walks or busying herself with trivial tasks. Aside from the widening of her abdomen the brunette didn't appear much different, the consistency of her activity ensuring none of the copious meals she downed would go anywhere apart from nourishing the baby. But now that she was in confinement, another detestable term employed by the midwife, she phased between bouts of exhaustion and pent up energy.
Moving across the room Hadyn selected a piece clothing from where she'd hung it over the edge of the crib. The cornflower blue gown was a gift from Jill's daughter for the newborn, the stitching evidence of a practiced hand. Using her large belly to set the the tiny outfit upon as she folded it carefully the brunette bit her lower lip, considering how long she could manage holing herself away. It was becoming tedious and she missed Sultros Blades something fierce.
Guilt caused to her pause mid-fold. She was supposed to meet Shiress for tea but having woken up with a horribly sore back and cramps that would not abate Hadyn knew it'd be unwise to attempt a visit. She tired by simply walking these days and with the pregnancy pains she was becoming a annoyance unto herself. But gods she was hungry. The thought of a roast chicken, spiced potatoes and the delicious preserves made by the baker had her stomach growling. All she had in the apartment was old bread and a few apples.
Setting the miniscule attire down, neatly folded Hadyn brushed the thick braid of dark hair over her shoulder, considering her next anal-retentive order of business. The floors had been swept, the furniture arranged three or four times and her brother's charcoal sketches dutifully hanging above the hearth. The one rickety chair had been fixed and her dishes were sparkling. There wasn't much left for her to waste her time doing and loneliness was edging closer and closer. Perhaps she should've weathered through the pain and gone to see Shiress. It was bad enough to be walled up in her apartment but to have nothing to do - torture!
Moving into the living room with the intention to fetch food Hadyn was suddenly overcome with an extremely uncomfortable if not worrisome sensation of liquid rushing down her legs. While she knew the pregnancy had adverse effects on her bladder she'd always made it to the privy. This was different. Alarming. A sharp pain followed the liquid, stirring in her pelvis and sparking across her abdomen. Surely these were just false labor pains. She wasn't ready to have this baby yet. Not alone.
"Kid's annoyin' me already," she mumbled, a hand reaching out to grasp the back of a chair as she supported herself against it. Another wave of cramps. These were much more powerful than the false labor aches. And with the release of liquid - what was it the midwife called that, breaking water? Despite her attempt to avoid the obvious it was becoming glaring clear - she going into labor. Alone. In her apartment.
Great.
513 AV
Late Afternoon
Hadyn tucked the corners of the bedspread beneath the mattress, pausing to exhale slowly as a haze of nausea over took her. Her hand rested on the patterned quilt - a parting gift from her mother's cousin - as she swallowed the urge to undo all her good work and take a nap. The bed was made, a fire was burning merrily in the hearth and the apartment was cleaner than it'd ever been. At the advice of a particularly critical midwife Hadyn was lying in. Well, that's what she was supposed to be doing. But the idea of simply lazing around waiting for the baby to make its entrance was unappealing to the weaponsmith.
Although her belly was big enough that she was sure she was housing a horse the woman managed to stay active. Convinced that becoming laconic even in this late stage of pregnancy would result in a lazy child Hadyn was constantly moving, either taking walks or busying herself with trivial tasks. Aside from the widening of her abdomen the brunette didn't appear much different, the consistency of her activity ensuring none of the copious meals she downed would go anywhere apart from nourishing the baby. But now that she was in confinement, another detestable term employed by the midwife, she phased between bouts of exhaustion and pent up energy.
Moving across the room Hadyn selected a piece clothing from where she'd hung it over the edge of the crib. The cornflower blue gown was a gift from Jill's daughter for the newborn, the stitching evidence of a practiced hand. Using her large belly to set the the tiny outfit upon as she folded it carefully the brunette bit her lower lip, considering how long she could manage holing herself away. It was becoming tedious and she missed Sultros Blades something fierce.
Guilt caused to her pause mid-fold. She was supposed to meet Shiress for tea but having woken up with a horribly sore back and cramps that would not abate Hadyn knew it'd be unwise to attempt a visit. She tired by simply walking these days and with the pregnancy pains she was becoming a annoyance unto herself. But gods she was hungry. The thought of a roast chicken, spiced potatoes and the delicious preserves made by the baker had her stomach growling. All she had in the apartment was old bread and a few apples.
Setting the miniscule attire down, neatly folded Hadyn brushed the thick braid of dark hair over her shoulder, considering her next anal-retentive order of business. The floors had been swept, the furniture arranged three or four times and her brother's charcoal sketches dutifully hanging above the hearth. The one rickety chair had been fixed and her dishes were sparkling. There wasn't much left for her to waste her time doing and loneliness was edging closer and closer. Perhaps she should've weathered through the pain and gone to see Shiress. It was bad enough to be walled up in her apartment but to have nothing to do - torture!
Moving into the living room with the intention to fetch food Hadyn was suddenly overcome with an extremely uncomfortable if not worrisome sensation of liquid rushing down her legs. While she knew the pregnancy had adverse effects on her bladder she'd always made it to the privy. This was different. Alarming. A sharp pain followed the liquid, stirring in her pelvis and sparking across her abdomen. Surely these were just false labor pains. She wasn't ready to have this baby yet. Not alone.
"Kid's annoyin' me already," she mumbled, a hand reaching out to grasp the back of a chair as she supported herself against it. Another wave of cramps. These were much more powerful than the false labor aches. And with the release of liquid - what was it the midwife called that, breaking water? Despite her attempt to avoid the obvious it was becoming glaring clear - she going into labor. Alone. In her apartment.
Great.
