When WE got Preggers

It’s the most natural process of all. Birth. In humans and animals alike. The emotional quotient might just be higher when it comes to humans. Apart from all of that, I doubt any woman could forget the entire process of the transformation. The growth of the foetus to a baby.
And who else could ask for a similar experience at the age of 20, not married, but happily pregnant single girls, making the baby. Making it together. All 3 of them.
Making the baby, needs planning. Planned it was. No co-incidence. Like you just know that you want to have a baby with this person. And all of us wanted the baby. Together and as one can put it, with the same man.
With a lot of efforts, withdrawal symptoms and research. And then it we realized it was there. Right there. In its nascent form. All of it then began. As the memorandum was nurtured, from the beginning. Just like you would with a baby in the belly. With seniors and well-wishers telling you what to do what not to do. With the utmost care, to not miscarry it. You guard it, protect it. More than your dear life. That’s how much you give in to the process. As it grows. Part by part, to form a whole. The anticipation. The wait.
Once that ordeal is over, you wait for the water to break. And it breaks. In the preliminary round, without the slightest warning. Unexpectedly. Then start the labour pains. It pains and how! Six rounds everyday, 48 hours of labour and eventually at the end of the second day you are relieved of the pain. To experience joy, mirth and that twinkle in your eye as you behold its beauty. The gleaming sparkle, to watch your reflection in it, rugged but beautiful as you touch it. You are proud, happy, overjoyed. Filled up to the brim with emotions. One chokes, other dances and another is speechless. As each of them hold it. The Baby. Our Baby. The Trophy.
And this is how we got preggers and made the baby. With? Sir Henry.
I don’t know how many people will relate to it. I hope the other 2 women involved with me do. That is what happens, this is how you feel when you see your efforts culminate into something. Something that was important to you has borne some result.
What can I say? Perhaps I’m Mad. But as Sandor says, I have Imagination. –Gallowglass, Barbara Vine.