Girl’s are amazing

• She doesn’t know she’s pregnant at first.  Only that she thinks she may actually be dying.
• Because she can’t get up out of bed and she’s exhausted just lifting a hair-brush.
• And the weirdest things hurt.  Like her underarms??  What is that??
• So she goes to the medi-witch because we’re in the middle of a crisis I can’t be dying.
• “You’re not dying, Mrs Potter, you’re pregnant.”
• “No, because I’m being careful.  I’m on potions.”
• “They’re only 98% effective, I’m sorry.”
• Her hormones are out of control so she goes home and cries for an hour and then shouts at James because clearly it’s his horrible sperm with the same obnoxious amount of determination he had when he was trying to woo her.
• He’s not thrilled either, considering the circumstances, but he hugs her and tells her they can get through a war, they can get through this.
• She didn’t want to be a mum at 19 but it is what it is.
• She’s about ten weeks along when the morning sickness kicks in.  Or that’s what the medi-witch says but she laughs and laughs and then cries because it’s not in the morning.  It’s like…all the time.  It’s mid-morning, then afternoon, and right after lunch, then just before tea, then right after.  The only thing she can stomach is ice chips and slices of lemon, and sometimes plain, flat water with ginger soaked in.
• She hates James even more.  And the sound of Sirius’ voice when he comes over grates on her nerves until she takes to hexing him silent the moment he steps through the door.
• At four months the cravings kick in and suddenly she has energy, wtf.  She doesn’t have to get up 80 times a night to pee, and she wants and endless supply of steamed runner beans and rice.  She doesn’t understand it, but James is just so happy she’s not tired and angry anymore he feeds her literally whatever she wants.
• And boy oh boy she wants sex.  The medi-witch warned her but she was not prepared for this.  Because the thing is, she’s grey-ace and sex was just a thing that happened every so often but now…
• James isn’t complaining, of course. Though he annoys her with the questions about whether or not it’s going to hurt the baby…
• “Merlin, James get your head out of your arse and read a parenting book.”
• He does.  Now he’s petrified because he knows what’s coming and oh god…”We can never do this again.  I cannot put you through this again.”
• She just laughs and says, “It’s really not that bad.”
• She regrets it in when she hits seven months and suddenly her bladder is a makeshift trampoline, and even a spoonful of food makes it straight back up her esophagus and even the strongest heartburn potions do nothing.
• She’s tired again.  And her breasts start leaking–what the fuck is THIS?  One time at the super market a baby started crying and suddenly her front was soggy.
• She sneezed once and pee came out.
• Twice she fainted just by standing up to get water.
• Her feet are swollen, and ankles?  What are those?  The baby is so big it’s consuming her body and there’s always a foot in her lungs and she can’t get comfortable in literally ANY position.  She hates James again.  And Sirius.  Remus isn’t her favourite either.  In fact, if the world were to explode and she was the only one left, she’d totally be down with that.
• Labour starts early.  Three weeks.  She’s beyond ecstatic because oh god get this thing OUT of me before I take matters into my own hands.
• Harry’s big–Just like his father.  And it’s her first so it lasts ages.  Nineteen hours before she’s finally pushing, and she’s so bloody determined to get it over with that she just keeps going even when they’re telling her to stop.  Harry finally arrives, and she gets stitched up because merlin that kid’s head was big.  She’s certain she’ll never be the same.  Certain that this was the worst experience of her LIFE.  Who would ever do this willingly?
• Then Harry’s in her arms, laying against her chest, and he’s so ugly with his squashed face and swollen eyes and spotty cheeks but oh my god he’s also the best thing she has EVER seen and she’s pretty sure if anyone even TRIES to touch him, they’re going to lose a limb.
• “Yes this means you, Sirius.”
• Eventually she’s too tired to follow through with that threat though, so James takes him and she sleeps until Harry cries.  James gives her the fondest look she’s ever seen on him as he curls up next to her whilst Harry latches on.
• “We did pretty good, didn’t we?” he says, stroking Harry’s thick black hair.
• Lily smiles at him then, and nods.  “Yeah Potter.  We really did.”