If anyone told me pregnancy had entailed of this, I'm pretty sure I'd have remembered my appointments, regardless of Jack Hyde.

The morning sickness, I can handle. The soreness isn't a problem. The constant kicking isn't even bothersome (in fact, I welcome it). But when the day came that I could no longer see my feet, my patience wore thin.

"GAIL." I screeched, paddling down the stairs of the big house. I wore one of Christian's button up tops and a pair of blue sweatpants that had belonged to Kate at some point in time. My bare feet recoiled in despair against the tile of the kitchen, where Mrs. Jones stood fully dressed and catering something that smelled greatly of Lasagna.

"Ana?" She blinked, turning towards me.

"Do you have any idea where my phone is?" I questioned, helplessly. Ever since Blip came to be, the amount I seemed to forget has heightened respectively. I even failed to recall the way to my office one morning a few weeks ago, after spending months of insisting I am perfectly capable to drive myself, and wound up having to call Sawyer to give me a hint or two. Of course, he told Christian and I'm not allowed to even think of sitting in a drivers seat again while I'm carrying Blip, but as tired as I've been lately, I don't exactly care.

"Is isn't on the charger?" Mrs. Jones inquired knowingly.

I plopped down in a chair, covering my face with my hands and making a rather loud huff. I peeked out and commented, "This isn't fun."

"Of course it's not fun," she responded, placing a plate before me. I smiled in thanks as she continued, "Babies don't care if they cause their mothers to forget things, as long as they don't forget to eat."

I scowled at the hidden chide there. She knew I'd skipped dinner last night then. Christian is away to some big meeting in Europe and I figured if I didn't have full meal, I'd be okay. I honestly only wanted some crackers and ice cream; anything else had made my stomach clench and my throat close up.

"It's a good thing I always remember then," I said, sarcastically. She sent me a small smile and returned to put the lunch in small containers.

"You still going to IKEA today?" She called back.

"Yes!" My mood suddenly brightened. "I'm bringing Mia, Kate, and yourself, so you might want to warn Taylor than any phone calls are forbidden today." I say pointedly.

Gail sticks her head around the corner, her shock written on her face. "Me?"

"Yes. You're coming." I swallow a big bite of Lasagna, before winking. "And it's an order."

"Boy."

"Girl."

"Boy."

"Girl!"

"Kate!" Mia complained, throwing her hands in the air. "It's a boy, accept it."

"Not until I see a-"

"Hey, look at this, Ana!" Gail calls, pointing at a rather large picture of a train. "Didn't Christian say he liked trains when we was younger?"

"Yes," I ponder, tilting my head sideways at the painting, thankful for the change of conversation. It would look great against the mint green walls we decided to go with, but I had to remind myself we were remaining neutral since Christian decided he didn't want to know the sex until Blip actually made an appearance. At the time, I had been happy he was even admitting we were having a baby, so I went with it. Months later, I regret it. It's killing me not knowing. "Let's see what else they have."

"Yeah," Kate agreed, "Ana Junior won't like trains, anyway."

"It could be a Christian Junior, you know." I converse, walking down the isle of paintings. I see a medium sized one of a pond and yard and grinned before telling the consultant Mia had dragged with us I'd take it. Blip is gonna have style.

"Exactly!" Mia murmured under her breath, admiring a lap in the shape of a baseball bat.

"God, please no." Kate groaned. "I'd rather it have fangs and gils than act like him."

I shook my head, sighing to myself. I'd hoped they would get over this, but practically wishing her niece of nephew to be born a Loch Ness Monster kind of diminishes my hopes a bit. I look away as the consultant –John, as I read his name tag- takes my painting away so I won't see the price. It was a trick Christian taught me that seems to work in most cases. I'd definitely got a lot easier about spending things since then.

"Right," I mentally cross off painting in my head. "Now the big thing: furniture."

"Are you looking for a certain kind?" A voice behind me asks, a voice that automatically causes me to freeze, "Because there's this beautiful brown one a few rows down."