It had been a long 7 and a half months. There had been a few scares along the way. John went back to visit the healer in the Underworld more and more frequently to make sure that everything was OK with the child. He would adjust his powder a bit every time a little bit, tweaking it to the particular issues he was having.
There had been bad stomach cramps- of course they had both been afraid that they meant the baby was gone, but thankfully that hadn't been the case. John had also had bouts with both diarrhea and constipation (at different times), nausea, vertigo, water weight gain, low sodium, high blood pressure and almost every thing else that one could think of, John had weathered it.
And all through it, John had been a trooper, while Sherlock had been a bloody disastrous mess.
One good thing was the, at least temporary truce between Mycroft and Martha. They never met, but they both tried to help in their own way.
And as the 7th month passed, and the baby (who the healer had said he could tell them the sex of the baby but they had decided not to find out) was still doing okay, a bit on the small side, but still active and slowly growing, Sherlock found himself... anxious.
He bought another couch, he bought baby proof light switch covers, even though they wouldn't need them for almost a year, he changed out pillows and had someone paint the room upstairs that was ostensibly John's room but he didn't need it. Then he got a crib and a travel cot and a changing table and a rocking chair, and a rocking chair for the living room and..
Maybe... he was nesting a bit...
" I know.. I know..." He was pacing around the room as John sipped his tea, deciding on his phone which mobile to get for the crib, he was leaning towards the one with the planets. One can't start learning about them too early..
Sherlock was anxiously pacing, a nervous wreck. John had been having some back pains and soft cramps , but it was nothing so far. But it COULD be the start of something, and that scared him.
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Date: 2019-06-15 05:15 am (UTC)There had been bad stomach cramps- of course they had both been afraid that they meant the baby was gone, but thankfully that hadn't been the case. John had also had bouts with both diarrhea and constipation (at different times), nausea, vertigo, water weight gain, low sodium, high blood pressure and almost every thing else that one could think of, John had weathered it.
And all through it, John had been a trooper, while Sherlock had been a bloody disastrous mess.
One good thing was the, at least temporary truce between Mycroft and Martha. They never met, but they both tried to help in their own way.
And as the 7th month passed, and the baby (who the healer had said he could tell them the sex of the baby but they had decided not to find out) was still doing okay, a bit on the small side, but still active and slowly growing, Sherlock found himself... anxious.
He bought another couch, he bought baby proof light switch covers, even though they wouldn't need them for almost a year, he changed out pillows and had someone paint the room upstairs that was ostensibly John's room but he didn't need it. Then he got a crib and a travel cot and a changing table and a rocking chair, and a rocking chair for the living room and..
Maybe... he was nesting a bit...
" I know.. I know..." He was pacing around the room as John sipped his tea, deciding on his phone which mobile to get for the crib, he was leaning towards the one with the planets. One can't start learning about them too early..
Sherlock was anxiously pacing, a nervous wreck. John had been having some back pains and soft cramps , but it was nothing so far. But it COULD be the start of something, and that scared him.