A Bumpy Ride
Month One- July
I never thought of myself as the 'maternal' type. As a little girl I played with Quidditch sticks and potion kits, not baby dolls and cleaning supplies. As a child I dreamed of being an Auror, while other girls my age dreamed of being mothers. As a teenager I was bent on making friends and having fun, not finding a future husband and making plans. But as an adult, I wasn't sure. I had my career, my dream one at that, and I had found a husband, with whom I was very happy. But a baby? That I did not have. I had never really wanted to have child before, but as in sat in my cosy in my home on that chilly July night, I began to think; maybe having a child wouldn't be so bad.
"What about children?" Remus asked out of the blue, while we were chatting during dinner. "Would you want to start a family, maybe sometime in the future?"
I stopped to think; the question had taken me by surprise. "Children? A family? Where is this talk coming from?" I queried. "We've only been married a week and it took you long enough to take that big step. Why the sudden enthusiasm to take such a huge leap?"
"I was not suggesting we start a family," he corrected, "I was merely asking if having a child was something you might want."
"I… I don't know." I admitted. "I don't feel as though I would make a good mother. And any child with my DNA is bound to be a nuisance."
Remus smiled. "That may be true-"
"You not supposed to agree with me…"
"But it's not your DNA I'm worried about."
"What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion. "Any child with a morsel your being in it would most defiantly be smart and kind and oh-so handsome. Just like you."
He bit his lip. "Again, that may be true-"
"And again, don't agree. Be humble…"
"But more seriously… I'm worried that if we were to ever have a child, they would inherit my… 'problem'."
I gave his a sincere look. "Oh, Remus, you don't have to worry about that getting passed down; it's normal. A lot of people have the same issue-"
"No not that!" He spat, embarrassed. "I'm afraid that if we had a child it would be a werewolf, like me."
"Oh, that problem." I smirked. "Well, I think it's absurd for you to think like that. If we had a child, I wouldn't care if were a werewolf like you."
"Yes, but I would care." He confessed. "It is a tragic weight to bare and not one I want to inflict on an innocent child. So I propose we don't have any children."
I paused for a moment. "If that's what you want then I'm fine with it." I replied. "Babies are overrated anyway."
"I'm glad we see eye-to-eye on this matter." said Remus. "I think it's for the best."
I nodded in agreement.
That conversation had taken place two weeks prior to my reassessment of whether or not I wanted to start a family. But at the time of my pondering; wanting to have a child wasn't exactly an option as I was almost three weeks late on my period. At first, I tried to ignore the signs; I started to feel sick, I was craving food a lot more, and of course, I was late. On that particular July night, I happened to be awaiting the results of a home pregnancy potion. The small cauldron filled with a clear substance and a piece of my hair was lying before me on the coffee table. Five more minutes and I would know. The suspense was killing me. I decided hit two birds with one stone; a way to pass the time and get advice on my current predicament. Still anxious, I walked over the living room fireplace, knelt down and spoke into the cackling flames.
"The Burrow." I commanded. A few seconds later the head of Ginny Weasley appeared.
"Hey, Tonks!" She said brightly. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your appearance?"
"Hi, Ginny. I was just wondering if I could speak to your mother." I answered. "Is she home?"
"Yep. I'll put you on to her." She turned away and yelled; 'Muummm! Tonks is in the fireplace! She wants to talk to you!"
"Thanks, Ginny." I smiled.
"You're welcome!" She singsonged before her picture in the flames was replaced by that of Molly.
"Why, hello Tonks." Molly greeted kindly. "How are you, dear?"
"Good, thanks." I responded. "How are you?"
"Stressed about the wedding is how I am." She sighed. "That Fleur is quite the handful. Wants a big wedding. I swear, that girl better give me some grandchildren soon or I'll lose my wits."
"Actually, Molly, that's sort of want I wanted to talk to you about."
"What? You want to talk about my future grandchildren?"
"No… just about any children I might have, hypothetically." I corrected.
"Are you and Remus expecting!" Molly exclaimed, a look of joy on her face.
"Uh, sort of." I shrugged. "I'm awaiting the results of a pregnancy potion. I'm just… looking for some advice on the whole parenting thing."
Molly gave an excited squeal. "Well, if you are pregnant, stay away from floo powder; you child might grow a third arm and that takes several trips to St. Mungos to get removed. Don't drink wine; it messes up some of the genes. Avoid getting bitten by spiders while pregnant; they'll end up with a crazy fear. And never eat apples in the last month. You don't even want to know why…"
I giggled. "Thanks for the tips, Molly."
"Oh, it's so wonderful that you and Remus might be having a child! I remember being pregnant with by first child; there's nothing like it. I was nineteen at the time-"
"And it was so special to be carrying new life. I wish you two all the best."
"Thanks Molly. I think the potions ready now… Wish me luck." I farewelled nervously.
"Bye, Dear. Tell me the results when you know." She smiled before disappearing from my sight. I was a ball of angst as I went over to the coffee table to see the results.
"Red, I'm not pregnant. Green, I am." I whispered as I peered slowly into the cauldron…
So that's the first chapter of my entry for 'Nine Months-A Pregnancy Challenge'. Don't worry, they'll be eight more. Hope you like the fic so far! Feel free to review and follow. Oh and sorry about all the '30 Rock' style gags (none of them were actual quotes); I've been watching that show way too much lately because it is an awesome show and Tina Fey is a legend. 'Nuff said.