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Date: Mon Feb 28 5:56 PM, 2011

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I had always been thin. In college I played sports, lacrosse, basket ball, and soccer. I was always able to build up some muscle, but never get past 180 lbs. I am 6’4’’ so that was pretty tall and lean. When I got out of school I would run a marathon a year, just to keep in shape. I loved working out. I’d always see these big muscle guys in the gym, and I was so jealous. I would always put in the time at the gym, but most of it was spent doing cardio, so I never saw the mass increase that I wanted.
By my late twenties I was in NYC. I loved it, I had a great group of friends, an active social life, and a fun career. I still made time to go to the gym and maintained my 180lbs frame, with a slight 6 pack. I finally got tired of the slender build and wanted to try to gain some muscle. I sat down and talked to a trainer at the gym, he told me I was crazy to give up the body I had now; people paid hundreds of dollars a month to be trained to look like I did naturally. He was right, I did some occasional modeling on the side, nothing too big, but my body was as asset. I told him this was just an experiment and I could always find my way back to 180 if I wanted.
Jack, my trainer, set me up on a new program, 30 minutes a day in the gym, four days a week, no cardio, and eat. “Eat big, lift big” that was his motto. We sat down and designed a program with no cardio, no ab work, just heavy lifting. We also got a nutrition plan, setting out to eat almost 4000 calories a day, including some pretty heavy weight gain shakes. This was sure to gain some weight. We thought I could gain a pound or 2 a week, and as this was August, timed perfectly with the end of swim suit season, I could be at 210 by the end of the year.
August and September came and went, and sure enough the weight was coming on. I saw huge gains in the first 2 months, almost 15 lbs. I saw my muscles growing, shirts were tighter, suits didn’t fit as well as they had, I was really excited. The guys liked it to; I had never gotten so much action. I was really happy with the gains, well most of them. In addition to the muscle growth, I saw my abs disappear. Overall, it wasn’t a bad look; I looked like some of my old friend from college, muscled out, but with a bit of a belly.
By mid October I noticed a slowing of my growth. I was down to about a pound a week, and didn’t really see any real increases in strength or size. Jack told me I had just hit a plateau, and I would eventually work through it. Having set the goal of 210 by January, and only 15 lbs away, I didn’t want to take that as an answer. He suggested some protein powders that were higher in sugar, and thus higher in calories. A well fed body grows faster, he said. He warned me about the side effects of more fat gains, but I was ok with that, I could cut in January, and slim down, keeping my muscle growth.
Jack wasn’t kidding about these gainer shakes. The sugar content was so high I actually got sick a few times during my morning workout. I had a shake as soon as I woke up in the morning, and got about half way through my workout I had to get to the bathroom and vomit. My body must have absorbed most of the protein and calories before I threw up because I finally saw decent gains again. I was back up to a little more than a pound and a half each week.
Now, while the scale was moving, I wasn’t as excited at where most of the growth was happening this time. I could see some gains in my arms and chest, but a lot of the gain was happening in my mid section. Where I used to have a nice flat stomach, I now had a pretty good sized curve going on. Standing sideways, I could see a distinct curve start right below my ribs, jutting out, and coming back in a few inches below my belly button. I expected it to be soft and flabby, but it was actually quite firm. I suppose this was because my gains had been so fast, the fat was just packed in there. Jack suggested I start using stretch mark cream. This wasn’t just for my new found belly, but for my arms. He warned that stretch marks were permanent. I headed over to Duane Reade, and looked for the aisle. I knew this had to be it because one of those pregnant guys was there.
NYC is a pretty big and diverse place, so it wasn’t uncommon to see a pregnant guy, but they were not the norm. I think the recent estimates were that 1-5% of the population my age was pregnant. It was one of those freak of nature things that just happens to some guys, my friend Brian’s cousin was pregnant last year. I started looking at the creams, and the guy started talking to me. “Congrats, you must not be that far along, but you can never be too careful, huh” he said to me. I looked at him, and must have had a disgusted look on my face, I could tell by his reaction. “Oh I’m not pregnant, this is just for my arms and chest” I said. I immediately felt self conscious, maybe settling for getting a belly while gaining muscle wasn’t the best thing.
I went home, and started to apply the cream to my arms and chest. I squeezed the tube and put some more on my fingers. I worked it into my belly. It was getting bigger, but so was the rest of me. The belly was just growing a big faster. I exhaled, and pushed my belly out, yeah, “I have to start cutting as soon as possible”, I thought to myself. I looked at the cloths in my closet. I had started this experiment at a 32” waist. Right now I was a 36”, and that was getting tight. My favorite weekend outfit was track pants, the elastic felt a lot better on my growing abdomen. Truth be told, by belly jutted out more from my waist than I would have hoped. If I was at a 36” waist, I had a 38” belly.
I was so excited by mid December, I had hit my 210 mark, 2 weeks early! Staring at myself in the gym mirror, I saw a huge difference from where I was 5 months ago. My arms had grown 2” and my chest probably grew 2” as well. Pants had definitely gotten bigger, but most of that was because my butt seemed to get bigger too. My hands then moved down to my stomach. This is where a lot of the weight had gone. From the side I looked like one of those body builder types with the steroid belly. It really looked like I had swallowed a small grapefruit. I used that stretch mark cream every night, and I was lucky that it wasn’t flabby, but still firm.
Jack and I sat down and talked about my cutting routine, Id add back cardio, take down the calories, and cut out the protein shakes. We both thought with this combination I could lose about 2 pounds a week. Jack, who was never shy to point out how fat I got, suggested that I could stand to lose about 13 lbs in my belly alone. By early spring, I should have my flat stomach back.
Those first 2 weeks were horrible. I was hungry all the time, and adding back in the cardio was terrible. I never felt how heavy I was until I started to run again. It was such an odd sensation running with this ball of fat in front of me. There wasn’t my jiggle, just the feeling of it moving like an independent entity.
Jack and I decided that I shouldn’t look at the scale every week, just in case I wasn’t loosing the weight as we had hoped. He didn’t want me to get discouraged. So the last day of the year I got on the scale, hoping to be at 205, from my 210, I took a deep breath. 212??? I stormed into Jacks office, asking him how this could be. I cut my calories down, started cardio and stopped any protein shakes at all. “all bodies are different”, that was his answer. Just keep going with the program, he said.
I agreed to continue with the program, but I needed to see results fast. I could swear that my belly was still growing. Because I had cut out a lot of the protein from my diet, I saw some muscle lose. I went home and sat on the couch, in just a pair of briefs. I looked down and was disgusted at myself. I had let myself get a round belly where I once had flat stomach, what was wrong with me. On top of feeling horrible about what I had become, I was starving. I could literally feel my stomach quivering it was so empty. Just then the phone rang, it was my doctors office, reminding me about my upcoming annual physical. Great, just what I need someone else to tell me I was fat!
I got up the following Saturday and pulled on my best track pants. Wondering around my apartment in the morning I passed by the mirror, wow I was looking fat. That previously grapefruit sized belly I had was starting to look like a deflated basket ball. I pulled on a sweat shirt and headed out to the doctor.
My doctor and I had been friends for a while, Id see him out every now and then, he was always very nice. Because of my busy schedule, I hadn’t seen him since summer. When he came out to call me in for my appointment, I could see the shock on his face. “Wow you certainly have been going to the gym”. I thanked him for noticing, and let him know about my muscle growth experiment. In the same breath I told him about the unfortunate side effect I found sitting in my lap. We sat in his office and talked about my general health over the past year. No real changes, except for my weight gain, and I told him about my plan with my trainer for cutting, which he was happy about.
Time for the exam, I got up and got out of my cloths, leaving my boxers on. He came back in, “Yeah you definitely put on some weight”, he said as he touched my shoulder. Up on the scale, 215, I just stood there in shock. I had gained 35lbs in 6 months. Most of this was muscle, and it was obvious. As we always do, I got my body fat tested, usually I was 10%, I was expecting 25 or 30% this time. 17%, that was a surprise. That made me feel a lot better, maybe I was just imagining this whole belly thing, I didn’t really have that much more to lose to get me back to a good body fat level.
The doctor continued the exam, and it went pretty smoothly. He checked my head, heart, joints, and abdomen. He stopped when he got there. “Fat, I know” I said. He looked a bit puzzled, and continued to poke and prod at my mid section. “Any pain here?” “No” I responded. “Is there any way you could be pregnant?” I felt myself turn white. “NO, no way” “I haven’t gotten any weird cravings, or been sick or anything, this is just fat, trust me, I was drinking these protein shakes with 800 calories in them”. “Ok, OK, well let me just do a quick urine test, we should also see how your protein levels are since you started this crazy diet”. I agreed, and let him finish up the exam. He gave me a cup and I went to the bathroom. While I was there I looked at myself in the mirror. There is no way, not me, how could I be pregnant.
We sat and shot the shit for 30 minutes or so while his technician ran the tests. When she came in, she handed the folder to the doctor. “Congratulations” That was probably the worst thing I could imagine. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Why me?
He invited me back into the exam room. He wanted to do an exam again, so I got down to my boxers again. I just couldn’t fathom that this was happening. He wheeled over the ultrasound machine, and squired some cold gel on my belly. After some mumbling, he turned the screen to me. I couldn’t believe it, a baby. It really looked like a baby too. “Judging by the size of the head, Id say you are about 4 months along”. I did the math quickly, September was four months ago, I cant believe I had been pregnant for 4 months. I don’t even know who the father was, I was getting so much action, and not that it mattered at all. I wasn’t having it.
“So, how do we take care of this?” I asked. “We don’t, you are four months along, maybe a month ago we could have done something, but not now.” He quickly brought out pamphlets on adoption and other abortion alternatives.
The next few weeks were a blur. I couldn’t believe it, pregnant, me. I got in contact with a few adoption agencies, and spoke to a few people about the adoption process. I just wanted this to be over. I couldn’t imagine I had 5 more months to go through, and I was going to get bigger. I resigned then and there I wasn’t spending any money on maternity clothes, what I had would have to do. I just didn’t want to deal with this at all.
The next few weeks were a blur. I couldn’t believe it, me, pregnant. I got in contact with a few adoption agencies, and spoke to a few people about the adoption process. I just wanted this to be over. I couldn’t imagine I had 5 more months to go through, and I was going to get bigger. I resigned then and there I wasn’t spending any money on maternity clothes, what I had would have to do. I just didn’t want to deal with this at all.

The not doing anything about it lasted for about 6 weeks. I’m not sure how, but I was able to ignore this growing belly in front of me. I told my closest friends, and a few people at work, and they were amazed, happy at first. I think they could tell by my tone though that this was not a situation that required a baby shower. I had a plan, I would go through this pregnancy like a business transaction. I'd deal with as much as I had to, and at the end I'd deliver the final product to the client, the adoption agency.

My doctor recommended a great OBGYN. I was going there after work for my 32 week appointment. Sitting in the waiting room I glanced down at my belly. Anyone could tell I was pregnant now. I had a volleyball sitting on my lap. I was still able to wear some of my dress shirts, but even the bigger ones were getting tight around my belly. The nurse called me in and I stood up, well I stood up with some help from the arm of the chair. I hated that part the most, my body was getting too out of control.

I got on the scale, 234 lbs. I thought back to August when I was hoping, praying to gain weight. Now I hated every extra pound. She brought me back to the exam room and gave me a gown to change into. I sat on the table with my hands on my belly. The tightness was unreal. As that baby grew I grew. The doctor came in and I laid down, he began the routine poking and prodding. Same old, same old. I heard him talk but I wasn’t really there. The baby was a good size, he was expecting a 10 pounder when I finally gave birth, which seemed like it couldn’t come fast enough.

It was a boy, and due to the positioning of the baby, I was carrying low. This was good because I could actually breath, but bad in that I felt every pound I gained in my back and moving around was already getting hard.

The doctor helped me up from the table and started his monthly speech about Lamaze and childbirth classes. I let him know that I had signed up for a child birth class, but really didn’t want to do the Lamaze thing. Any more time I had to deal with this baby was too much time.

On the way home, I stopped by the gym, still part of my nightly routine, at least for now. Jack was still there to train me. I went to the locker room, and put on my gym clothes. I used the same shorts I had always used, but the T shirt was an XL. We did some weight training still, and then I did some cardio to try to keep off as much baby fat as possible.

Bench presses used to be my favorite, but now they were the worst. Jack helped my lay down, and helped me with my reps. My back was killing me, and all the weight on me made it hard to breathe. We continued the program and I ended on the tread mill. Running was not an option, but I was able to walk. I only walked about a mile before I was covered in sweat.

I used to be one to shower at the gym, but the idea of walking around with a basketball in my stomach wasn’t appealing. Tonight I felt so sore that I needed to take some time in the steam room. Looking around the locker room, it looked pretty empty, so this was a good time. I took a towel and wrapped it around my waist, under my belly. I waddled, yeah waddled, to the steam room and sat down.
I leaned back and let the sweat just drip off me. I felt the beads of sweat forming on the top of my belly and roll down the sides. The baby must not have like the heat, he started squirming around. It was really quite amazing seeing the movement. I started to be able to identify the limbs moving around. I could distinguish an elbow poking out from the top. Just then the door opened. This big muscle guy walked in and sat right next to me. How embarrassing, the one time this hot guy walks into the steam room, and I'm pregnant.
As he sat next to me, I could feel his eyes looking me up and down. I know he stopped at my belly, probably looking at what a freak I was. I couldn’t help but notice his huge pecs, and arms. Truth be told, my chest was probably as big as his but mine was just getting puffier and less defined as my pregnancy went on. My nipples started getting bigger, and I could tell my chest was getting fuller, the doctor said it was me starting to prepare to breast feed.

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After the gym I walked to my favorite takeout place and put in my usual order, a burrito and a side of chips and guacamole. I think the baby knew it was dinner time because he was starting to squirm around. I tried to settle him as I waited in line, one hand on my back, one on my belly.
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When I finally got home, I sat on the couch and started to eat. I ate a lot these days. I was so hungry mostly because the baby was growing so much. But usually after I was done the burrito, I felt so full. Along with the fullness, I started to get warm again. I went to the bedroom and took off my top and changed into a pair of mesh shorts. God bless elastic. I just let them sit under my belly. I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for bed. I slept a lot now a days too. After washed my face off, I looked again at my belly in the mirror. Round, firm, with some hair, when I turned to the side you could see the strain on my back. The arch in my back was severe and I really couldn’t wait to get to bed.
Sleeping was difficult as you could imagine. I had to sleep on my side. I usually slept with a pillow under my belly to ease the strain on my back. Laying there, I felt the baby squirm. I rubbed my hand on my belly trying to ease him to sleep, finally I could get some much needed rest.
The alarm went off at 7am, time to start another day. I was about 7 months along at this point, and just starting to get into the routine of my normal life, just pregnant. Getting out of bed was starting to get difficult. Not just because it was 7am, and the kid wasn’t giving me the most restful sleep, but because actually getting out of bed was tough. I had developed a system, Id swing my legs over the side, and push myself up to a sitting position. Id have to wait there for a few seconds and let the baby settle down into its new position. It was always interesting to see what my belly looked like when I got up, they last few days the baby had taken to laying sideways so it looked like I swallowed a watermelon that was sitting sideways.
I got myself up and went into the living room. I enjoyed the first 20 minutes of the day, because the baby was still asleep. I got a bowl of cereal and started to eat. I saw my reflection in the window, big and heavy with just some tighty whities on. I felt good with a full stomach of food, and proceeded to the closet for the biggest decision of the day. I had to find something that fit. Right now, I could fit into a blue dress shirt, and a pair of 38 inch pants. This had become my uniform over the past few weeks. Paternity cloths were expensive, so spending money on them was not an option. This pregnancy thing would not happen again.
I went to the shower and carefully squatted down to turn the water on. I got in and began to lathered up my changing body. My chest had gotten a lot fuller and was starting to hurt. I bought a pump, but only used it once. It felt so weird, but Id have to use it sooner than later to relieve some pressure. I continued down to my gut. It was still very firm, but still soft to the touch, I was lucky, no stretch marks had arrived, and my belly button, while flat, had not popped out yet. Washing my legs was a struggle, it was hard to get my leg up on the side of the tub, and reach down to my foot. Getting out, I started to towel off, and did not look forward to struggling into my cloths.
Putting on socks and shoes was the worst part. Laces were not an option, so loafers were my choice. I put the top on, and decided tucking it in would just make me look bigger than I was.
The walk to the train was longer than it had ever been. Still 3 blocks but each day they seemed to get longer and longer. Worse than the pain on the bottom of my feet and my back was the sweat that always started to form on the top of my belly. I suppose it could have been from my chest and belly, but it started to show, and I looked like a wreck.
Standing, waiting for the train was also not fun. The platform was packed with eager commuters, and no one seemed to give a care that I was pregnant. As the train came, people shoved to get in, and I had to push my way on to the train. It was particularly packed this morning, and I was just jammed in with everyone else. I could feel arms pressing into my belly, and it was quite embarrassing. In addition to the elbows inside of my belly, there were some poking me from outside as well. The ride was about 20 minutes, and no one offered a seat, so I stood, praying it would be over soon.
Getting to work was a relief. The air conditioning felt good against my skin in the elevator. I made my way into my office and gladly sat down on my chair. The only accommodation I made for my pregnancy was a new maternity chair at work. The back of the chair was actually soothing to my back. It also had an ingenious feature which was a belly sling on the back of the chair. I could get up from the chair and go to the back, and there was a sling that I could fit to my belly, and it would hold it up for me, taking the ever present strain off my back.

Two months later I woke up. It was either the heat from my belly, the kicking from the kid, or my full bladder. I was due last Thursday, and every day since had been torture. It took a bit of work, but I finally got myself to a sitting position. I pushed myself up and walked to the bathroom. By back was hurting me constantly, at 240 lbs with a 10.5lb baby inside, it was inevitable. I got to the bathroom and pulled down my underwear and peed. It was a good relief and I felt some of the pressure in my belly leave. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked at the changes my body had been through in the last 2 months. My belly was huge now, and hung very low. The baby had moved into position to be born with its head down, so I could only feel kicking on the top of my belly. My belly skin was stretched to its limits right now; I could make out veins on the underside of my belly that was stretched beyond belief. I felt a constant pressure in my stomach while I waited for labor to start.
On the plus side, because the baby was so big, there wasn’t much room to move around. He had given me a break from the thrashing kicks that had been typical most of the night a few weeks earlier. If you looked closely, you could see the outline of the top of my head on the under side of my belly, just waiting to be born.
I started getting contractions last week when my paternity leave started. Right now they were about an hour apart, and I was able to sleep through them. I just waited around my apartment for contractions to pick up. I spent most of the time on the couch, watching TV and trying to sooth my aching back.
I got my first really hard contraction at about 4pm. I was watching TV and felt a tightening in my back, and saw my belly start to push out. More than the pain, it was a relief to know my journey would be over soon.
By 8pm, contractions were about 25 minutes apart. They were strong, but I was able to stand up through them. I found the best way to get through them was to breathe and lean against the wall. The baby was enjoying labor as much as I was as he started to squirm every time my belly started to tighten. I called my doctor and let him know the contractions were getting closer together and stronger, and he let me know I could come in when they were 10 minutes apart. He suggested I get some sleep, so I went to the bedroom.
Sleep came easy, but it didn’t last as long as I would have liked. Every 20 minutes, I would awake to the familiar tightening in my belly, and the pressure on my back. All I could do was curl up around my belly and wait for them to stop so I could get some sleep.
By 2am, the contractions were 12-10 minutes apart. I grabbed my bag and went to the elevator. Of course this was the one time it wasn’t working, and I had to take the stairs, 7 flights. Half way down the 5th flight of stairs, a contraction started. I leaned against the rail and held myself up against the wall. This was the worst one yet and all I could do was groan. By the time I made it down to the lobby level, I was out of breath and needed to sit down. I made my way outside and was so happy to see a cab coming down the street. “Lenox Hill Hospital please” I said breathlessly.
The cab went over a few more pot holes than I would have liked. The ride took about 30 minutes, which in my time, 3 contractions. Every time I felt my back start to tighten, I knew another was coming. These contractions were the worst so far, and I was glad I was on the way. The cab came to a stop at the hospital as I was in the middle of my third contraction. He opened the door for me, and helped pull me out, belly first, I made my way out of the cab, and into a waiting wheelchair.
The orderly wheeled me to the front desk, where I gave my name. “Take him to labor 615” the receptionist said. I caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall, almost 3am. We got into the elevator and the orderly started asking me questions. Two weeks over due, 10 minutes apart, 29 years old, no, just me. When we arrived at 615, he helped me out of the wheel chair and into the bed. The room was dark, with two beds, no one was in the other bed.
The orderly handed me a gown to put on, and asked if I needed help. I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying, I was in the middle of a contraction, I could feel the baby squirming, trying to get away from the pressure I was feeling too. I just sat there with my arms behind me, trying to hold me up with my legs dangling off the side of the bed spread wide to accommodate by low hung belly. I nodded after he asked me a second time. I peeled my tee shirt off, I had started sweating half way thru the cab ride and it just got worse as the contractions moved closer together. Off came my pants and underwear and on went the gown. I lay down on the bed wondering how much of this I could take.
Ten minutes later a nurse came in. She was very nice and asked me to verify some information in my file. Next, she started taking my vital signs. She asked how far apart the contractions were, and if on queue, I started having another one. This one was bad, it seemed to go on forever, my belly became bigger as the muscle contracted, and I could feel more and more pressure. Before I could realize, she was palming my belly, feeling the position of the baby. She closed the curtain, and lifted my gown up. She did a quick internal exam, and began again to feel around the giant orb that was my stomach.
I was about 5cm dilated, so about half way there. She said if my water didn’t break in the next hour or two they would break it for me and that would help speed things on. I asked about how much longer this labor would go on, “you should have your baby by tomorrow afternoon.” That vague response meant this could take another 9 to 12 hours.
The nurse came to check on me every 30 minutes. I tried to get as much sleep as possible, but that wasn’t very much as the contractions got closer and harder to bare. I lost track of time and before I knew it, the sun was rising, and I had an IV in me, and some sensors on my belly. They were attached to a machine to my right, I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was a red line on it that always started to go uphill as my contractions started. By 6 am, the contractions were 7 minutes apart and getting quite strong. An orderly came in to give me some more water and it was clear I was in pain. He asked if there was anything he could get for me. I asked for a nurse, the pressure was really more than I could bare. All I felt as the contractions built was a constant pressure from within, I could do nothing to relieve it, except toss and turn in bed.
The nurse came in and announced they were going to break my water. I was so warm at this time my gown was already pulled up under my chest, with my belly out for the world to see. She put my knees up and began to work down there. A few seconds later I felt a pop, and the most incredible release of pressure I had ever felt. “There we go, this should speed things up”. I felt relieved, but as the next contraction, started, I wasn’t sure I wanted things to speed up. These contractions were different, I could feel them pushing the baby down, and he knew it too, he squirmed as much as he could under the pressure.
It was just about then, when I had given up at staring at the ceiling that someone else was wheeled into my room. The curtain was still pulled but I could hear the guy. He was panting and moaning a lot. I tried to maneuver myself up to go to the bathroom, and take a look at him. I pulled the 2 sensors from my belly and tried to sit up. I could definitely tell progress was made, the baby was lower than it had ever been, and it felt like it would fall out. I knew I wasn’t going to be that lucky. I got up to go to the bathroom, and pulled my gown back down, and took a peak into the other bed. As I maneuvered to the bathroom I saw the kid.
He couldn’t have been more than 18 years old and he was huge. His body was skinny, but the belly looked like a beach ball. I felt bad for having ever complained about my weight gain. Hi, I nodded. I could see he was just starting to have another contraction; he placed his hands on the side of his expansive belly and tried to sooth the pain. I went to the bathroom and tried to pee.
When I came out the guy was with a woman, she looked like his mother. We nodded at each other, and I introduced myself. His name was Mark and this was his first pregnancy, and he was having twins. Again I felt bad I had ever felt bad about my situation. While I spoke to his mom, Mark went through a few contractions, he was a lot closer to birth than I was. I excused myself to my bed, and waited for the next contraction to wrack me.
By 8am, Marks contractions were right on top of each other, and they were getting him ready to go to delivery. I was still around 4 minutes apart, and last time the nurse checked she said I was at 8 cm. By this time, I had tried to get creative with my pain management. As Mark was wheeled out of my room I was on all fours with my head at the top of the bed. My back arched with the weight of my belly, which almost touched the bed. This was the most comfortable position, and seemed to yield the best results moving me along.
I hit the call button for the nurse at 11am. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed this to be over. The contractions were about 2 minutes apart, and lasting about one minute in length. She came in and checked on me, 9cm, only another hour to go before pushing. I had forgotten about pushing, that could take hours itself. The pressure was building and I could feel the baby moving down. His head was at the base of my belly, bulging out, with each contraction I felt him get lower, and I thought he was going to burst out of my skin. I wasn’t screaming as much as I was moaning and groaning with each pain. Screaming took too much energy, and I had little of that.
At 12:15 I heard the best news of the day, “10cm, lets get you pushing”. A separate gurney was brought into the room and the nurse and orderly helped me on to it. It was a struggle to get myself moving, but the possibility of this being over anytime soon was worth it. The wheeled me into a bright white room. I was moved onto the table and quickly legs put in stirrups. My gown was stripped off, and I lay there totally naked. I could see a mirror in front of me, presumably to watch the birth. All I could focus on was how big my belly looked.
The instructions sounded simple, push for 10 seconds and relax then push again for 10 seconds. An hour and a half into pushing, I new there was something they didn’t tell me, because this wasn’t working. I had been pushing for an eternity, and still no sign of the baby. When I asked what was taking so long, the nurse said, he has a big head, and is long, but not to worry. I was in a constant state of agony as the contractions were one on top of another. I couldn’t tell where one ended and another began.
I took a peak at the clock, 2:30 I had been in real labor for 18 hours and been pushing for 2. But then I heard, “OK doctor, here comes the head”. This was finally over. I strained with all my might and pulled my knees back as far as I could. I couldn’t believe how big my belly was bulging in front of me, but over it I could see a head exiting my body. The pressure was immense, but I knew I needed to get it out. A minute later the head was clear and I took a breath of relief. They turned the baby inside of me, and I felt the pressure start up again. I pushed with all my might again, and got the body free.

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Date: Mon Feb 28 5:57 PM, 2011

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I knew the answer to the question my health teacher was asking. The early symptoms of male pregnancy included morning sickness, weight gain, and soreness of the chest. As I answered it I started to feel sick myself. I knew what was happening to me; I just needed a pregnancy test to prove it.
It was November and I was in high school. I am a junior and a pretty popular kid, people like me. I’ve always gotten along with everyone, and since joining the swim team I’ve gotten a lot more friends. Swimming was perfect for me; I’ve always been long and lean, well, except for the last few weeks.
I started to notice a change in October. I was sick for about a week straight, but only sick in the morning and then I was fine once I had some breakfast and was off to school. At first the signs didn’t point me to the fact I could be pregnant. I did start to gain some weight, but I thought it was just my metabolism slowing down. I swim for about an hour before school and 2 hours after school. This constant activity requires quite a bit of food. I’ve been lucky that I’ve always had a six pack. But since the beginning of November, I started to put on some weight in my stomach. My Speedo was never tight, and the coach started ragging on me about eating too much.
After doing some research on the internet, I concluded that it could be a spontaneous pregnancy. They were not common, but did happen. There was a kid at the rival school who experienced the same thing. He was viewed as kind of a freak.
I went to the drug store during lunch and got the test. I smirked at the clerk and said it was for my girlfriend.
After practice, I got home and ran upstairs. My mom wasn’t home, she never was. She worked a lot, and frequently went out of town. It was great for me; I had my friends over my house a lot. We would hang out and play x box or hang out in the back yard.
I pee'ed on the stick and waited. Three minutes is a long time. I started looking at myself in the mirror, imagining what could be. I took off my shirt and stared at my figure. I had a pretty good build, long and lean. I couldn’t imagine getting all fat with a kid. Just as I was trying to figure out what I would look like if...it was a plus sign, positive.
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By Valentines Day I was starting to get into the groove of this pregnancy thing. My mom didn’t kill me, which was great, and we agreed that adoption was the only real answer. There were plenty of families out there looking for a baby. By that time the whole school found out and they were actually pretty cool about it. My guy friends were a bit freaked out, but were still cool, and the girls loved it. Having more girls around me made my guy friend realize this wasn’t such a bad thing.
I quit the swim team, but the coach was OK with me continuing to practice with the team. I really did need it, at 24 weeks I had already gained about 17 lbs. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but it was alarming on me. You really couldn’t tell from the front of back, but when I turned to the side, it was immediately obvious I was pregnant.
School had been pretty good about the pregnancy, they are letting me stay for the year, Am due in June, so Ill be able to finish out my final exams, this is really perfect timing when you think about it.
After 8th period I was usually exhausted. The baby must have been growing very fast, because I’ve been eating constantly, and I'm still tired. I got out of my last class and went to my car. On the way to my doctor’s appt, I grabbed some McDonalds and ate it in the car. I had only just started to feel small movements in my belly, but I could defiantly make out a baby in there. Right now it was laying horizontally I could feel a head on one side and what looked like a butt on the other.
I walked into the office in my standard maternity gear, sweat pants, which hung below my new waist line, and a hoodie. I didn’t buy any new cloths yet, as my mother wanted to hold off on buying cloths until I needed them. Right now I didn’t, all my pants and underwear I just wore low, and tops fit pretty well, as I wore loose clothing normally.
I sat down and waited for the dr to call me in. As I was sitting there I saw a few guys. This OBGYN was a specialist in male pregnancy, so there were always one or two waiting. One guy started talking to me, and we went thru the normal questions, how far along, how long, boy/girl, etc. He was surprised at how far a long I was, he thought I was more like 6 1/2 months than 5 1/2, maybe the way I was carrying.
The doctor called me in and started the battery of tests. I got on the scale, 17lbs gained. Next he brought me into the exam room and asked me to lie down. The doctor began asking me how I felt. I told him I was tired, and constantly hungry, but overall pretty good. He asked me how the baby was; I let him know I started feeling slight movements, and showed him how I thought he was laying, a head to the left and a butt to the right. After some humming and ha'ing, he pulled over the ultra sound. He squirted some gel on my belly, and began looking around. "Well, just as I thought, twins!" It wasn’t a head at one end a butt on the other; it was 2 heads I felt.
I could not believe it, how was I going to have twins, this was too much. I just started thinking about how big I was going to get.
The doctor sent me on my way with some stretch mark cream, I had been lucky not to develop stretch marks, but with 2 kids I was going to stretch beyond my skin and would probably need it.
I was done at the doctor at 4pm and went to my after school job. I had always like making my own money, so I wanted to keep my job as long as I could. I worked at the local pool at the front desk and checked people in. It was easy work, but I had to spend a lot of time on my feet, which after 3 hours began to get tiring. My back only hurt a bit, but I knew with the twins the future would be worse. I liked this job because after my shift I was allowed in the pool to swim for free. I still managed to shove myself into my old swim trunks, but this time the belly just hung out. People stared, but it was worth it just to be there and swim, I felt at home in the water.
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Towards the end of school the pregnancy was really starting to take its toll on me. Every day started the same, at 4am Id have to get up and relieve my bladder. The kids were sitting on my bladder all the time, and if they didn’t wake me by kicking, the fullness of my bladder would. I got used to sleeping in just a pair of shorts as my belly was generating so much heat, plus it was May, so the summer nights were generally hot. This morning I waddled to the bathroom, one hand on my back and the other on my belly trying to calm the kids. When I got there it was just me blindly trying to pee in the toilet. I had gotten pretty good at this stage and rarely missed. Ids only miss if I got a strong kick which would cause me to jump.
Id then make my way to my room and sit in the recliner in my room. I had saved enough money working that I was able to afford it, I always wanted one to play video games in, but now it was nice to sleep in. The kids had started taking up so much room in me, that breathing was getting difficult. I eased myself into the chair and tried to calm the kicking within. When the kids were up it took a lot of rubbing my belly to get them back to sleep. I took the opportunity to use my stretch mark cream. I was lucky to have only gotten a few stretch marks so far. I took a glob and worked it all around my belly. It was pretty big at this point; I had about 4 weeks left to go, but I was already looking like I was overdue with one baby. My belly button had popped and it was cool to see how stretched the skin was but it still had some give in it. I guess that means there was room to grow. The kids eventually called down, and I was able to get a few more hours of sleep before school.
I still drove to school, but it was getting more and more difficult. I just fit behind the wheel. On the way, I enjoyed one of my many small meals. With all the room being taken up inside of me, I couldn’t eat that much at a time, but still needed a good amount of food each day to support the growing kids.
The school day itself was difficult. I was able to get a chair and table to use in each classroom. I was not able to fit in the desks anymore, but still sitting for any length of time got to be painful. My back was constantly straining, I walked with an exaggerated arch my belly just weighed my back down so far it was always in pain. I usually took a break half way thru each class just to get up and walk. Walking wasn’t easy either, but it was good to change positions every now and then. Now the kids on the other hand, they loved changing positions. Every 30 minutes of so Id feel a new elbow or leg or back push against might tight belly skin. I don’t know how they found the room, but they did. My classmates had gotten used to the occasional groaning as I got poked from within.
Everyone was still very nice to me, people offered to carry my books, get me lunch and water. The girls loved touching my bump, not so much the guys. My close guy friends were OK with it, but just didn’t like to talk about it, which was cool, I needed a break too.
After class today I had a doctor’s appt. I was officially 36 weeks into my pregnancy and in the clear, I could give birth any time and the babies would be safe.
I pulled my car into the parking lot and heaved myself out. I swung my feet out and let my belly rest between my legs, then I took both hands and pressed them against the frame of the car in order to push myself out, belly first. I got to my feet and made my way to the office. The few guys inside were always shocked by my size.

...Almost 9 months with twins will certainly give you a big belly.
The doctor called me in and first thing we did was get to the scale. I had gained 35 lbs since getting pregnant, and sit had about 4 weeks left. The doctor said the kids could gain half a pound each week until the end, so Id probably have gained 40 lbs at 40 weeks, it seemed fitting. I was helped to lie down on the table, this got harder and harder with each passing week. I pulled up my hoodie and inched down my shorts. I had successfully avoided buying maternity cloths. Right now I was sporting XL mesh shorts and an XL hoodie. My belly on the other had was XXL. It was perfectly round, except for the occasional limb poking out. The doctor began to feel around poking and prodding, it was kind of uncomfortable, but he was trying to feel each baby and see how big he had gotten. They were about 8lbs right now, so might be around 10 at birth. The doctor was thrilled, most big single babies are 10 lbs, so for twins, it was great. Now me, I could have dealt with them being a bit smaller. I had gone to several birthing classes and was quite nervous. I had spinal surgery as a kid, so an epidural was not an option; I was going natural all the way. The doctor let me know everything was on schedule and I should expect to deliver in a few weeks, I should look for the babies to drop a day or two before birth, so that would give me a good indication.
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The doctor was not kidding about the kids dropping. It was such a weird feeling. I remember struggling to get comfortable one night before bed, and when I woke up the next day, something was different. I woke up and looked at my alarm clock, it was 7am, I had never slept that late. I got really nervous; the babies always woke me up by kicking around 4am. I didn’t feel any kicking, I put my hand down to feel my belly and it was lower, very much lower. I poked a bit at the side, and felt a kick back. Thank goodness. The doctor explained that when they dropped, there wouldn’t be as much room so they would not be able to kick as much as they had been. The biggest change was struggling to stand up. The babies had dropped so far down that my center of gravity had changed. I literally thought they would fall out. I felt around my stomach and felt 2 heads at the base of my belly, inches from where they would travel to get out. My back was broken at the new found weight. As if I hadn’t been heavy enough, at my last weigh in, I had gained 42 lbs, and the babies were slightly over 10 lbs. They were big!
I was due in 2 days. My mom had scheduled a business trip she couldn’t get out of, so she suggested I invite my friend Bill over to keep me company, just incase. We had been out of school for a few days, so didn’t have much going on. I put on a pair of mesh shorts that now slung so low on my waist, and a tank top. The tank top left about an inch of my belly exposed, but there was nothing else to wear, it was 80 degrees outside and comfort was my number one objective.
The door bell rang and Bill let himself in. There was no way I was getting off the couch and he realized that. Bill walked over to the couch, and I could tell he noticed something was wrong. I let him know about the dropping, and he was impressed at my size. We started playing video games and I just felt off. I tried laying different positions on the couch, but nothing felt comfortable. Bill got me some food and we decided to go outside. I sat on the recliner outside and we talked. I could tell he wanted to ask me something, so I prodded. He wanted to touch my belly. Since I didn’t have much time left, he wanted to see what it felt like. My belly now was very tight, with very little give. He came over and I gave him a guided tour. He was really impressed with how cool it was, he could feel the head, and even some kicks. It was just then that he looked up at me. We both felt it, a tightening in my belly.
I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a few weeks, but this one was different, it was strong. Nothing I couldn’t deal with, but it really felt like it might be starting soon. The feeling was weird, just a tightening in my back which eventually move to my hips and belly. My belly actually lurched a bit with the contraction.
Bill spent the night, because my mom got help up at the airport. I was glad he was here because the contractions started to get a little closer. Right now they were about 25 minutes apart. I knew from all my classes that I didn’t need to go anywhere till I was 10 minutes apart, and sometimes it could take days.
I remember getting into bed at 9pm, Bill stayed up downstairs, but I was tired. At 9, the contractions were just a bit strong, and were more annoying than anything else. At 1am, I was awoken by a strong one; this one gripped me for almost a minute. I quickly looked at the time so I could time the next one. It came 15 minutes later. Wow, this went fast. Maybe Id be one of those lucky guys that had a quick delivery. I texted my mom and got myself back to sleep.
Next thing I remember is Bill shaking me. He asked me if I was alright, he said he could hear the moaning down the hallway. I didn’t notice anything because I was sleeping, but sure enough a few minutes later I felt the worst contraction yet. Maybe I was having contractions and sleeping though them? They felt pretty strong when the next one came 12 minutes later. I checked my phone, mom would be home at 6am, and it was 5 now. Thank goodness
For the next hour, Bill helped me though some really bad contractions, he rubbed my back, helped me walk around, and got me water when I asked. I had started to sweat, so I pulled up my tank to expose my belly and get some relief. Bill just stared at my belly with each contraction. It bulged out and you could almost see the kids struggling against it, as I did.
When my mom came home, she rushed up to the bed room. She released Bill who gave me a hug and wished me good luck. I felt like I was going to need it.
Mom had called the doctor and let them know she was brining me in. She quickly grabbed my bag and threw it in the car. She came back upstairs to get me. I was sitting on my bed, hands on my knees, tiring to deal with a passing contraction. The pressure in my hips was getting unreal; I don’t know how I could go thru much more of this. She helped me up when it was over, and gave me a clean tank top to wear. I put on some flip flops and made my way down stairs. The ride in the car was long, about 30 minutes. I just groaned when each contraction came, struggling to release some of the pressure, Id twist my hips, massage my belly, but nothing helped.
When we got to the hospital I was helped out of the car by an orderly, and put in a wheel chair. The wheeled me to the reception desk. Mom gave them my name and I was taken to the labor ward. Half way down the hallway to the elevator, my water broke. It was a great feeling, suddenly all the pressure left and I could take a breath. The breath didn’t last too long as a new contraction started up on me, this was different, and I could feel it pushing the babies down.
When we got to the room I had a semi private. There was a guy in the next bed. By the sounds of him I could tell he was quite far along in the process. I wished I was, and just as I did, another contraction came, that was only 4 minutes since my last one. All of a sudden this was happening too fast for me. The orderly helped me take my tank and shorts off, and get me into a gown. He pulled it up to expose my belly and then game me a sheet for my legs and privacy.
I could see in his face how big I was. It must have been a site, this teenage kid with a huge belly, struggling to give birth. I see my belly contorting with every contraction trying to get the twins out.
My doctor came in a few minutes later and gave me a quick exam. I was already at 7 cm, so it wouldn’t take that much longer before I was ready to push. The guy from the bed next door then made his way to the bathroom. I gave him a manly nod as he made his way past me, and concentrated on the task at hand.
My mom came in a few minutes later after finishing up some paper work. She chatted with my neighbor as I dealt with a new contraction. During each contraction I just wiggled in bed and groaned, I didn’t know any other way to deal with the pain. It wasn’t pain so much as it was just pressure building up. For 2 hours this went on, and soon the contractions were one on top of another.
I should have been thankful to be taken to delivery so soon, but the ordeal ahead of me was what I was worried about. The wheeled me down the hallway and into delivery. The room was bright white, and there was a bed in the middle. I could see stirrups for my legs and many machines around. They helped move me from the gurney to the table and asked me to put my legs up. My mom was by my side, but still I felt so exposed. I looked down my body and could just make out my doctor above the big belly in front of me. They explained that Id push for 10 seconds then rest and push again. Pushing was actually relief, I felt like I was doing something rather than letting my body have full control. I curled up over my belly and grabbed my legs. With that first push, I could feel movement; I felt the first head coming lower and lower. This was going to be easy, I thought.
Fourth five minutes later, every one was yelling at me, they could see the head, I didn’t care, and I just wanted it out. I pushed again, and again and eventually got the head out. I took a deep breath and felt the baby turn inside of me. Next, the shoulders took some work, but after a few pushes they were set free and they pulled the baby out of me.
I was such a relief, one down, one to go. The adoption agency took the kid as soon as it was born. I was ok with this; it was the agreement the whole time. I looked down at my belly; it looked a little deflated, but still quite big. The doctor said we just had to wait for the contractions to start again, and we’d start over. He took his gloves off and left, which made me think it, would be longer than the 5 minutes I hoped for.
An hour later, my contractions were getting closer, and pushing was looking evident. I just lie on my side and let the pain wash over me. I got one really hard contraction which jolted my body. It was time, again. The nurses called the doctor back in and they helped me to my back and got my legs in the stirrups again. I pushed for about 40 minutes before I felt any progress. The doctor said he felt the head getting lower, but this baby was bigger than the first, so it might take some more time. I continued to struggle to get him out of me. I was covered in sweat and my belly looked like a big shiny orb. It continued to take different shapes hen I was pushing and contracting. I eventually got the head out and finally the body.

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It’s as if it were meant to be, everything happened at once. The adoption agency I used called me up for a 3 month “check up”. They wanted to see how I was doing, if I had experienced any post-partum depression, and how I was feeling about the whole deal. I let them know that everything was fine, and it was the truth. I really just wrote off those 9 months, forgot them happened, and was happy with the choice I made. I could never deal with having a kid, and it seems like the stars were in line for the adoption, because I lost my job a few weeks before they called. I was feverishly trying to find a job, but the recession had taken out many of the options I had before. My adoption agent was happy to hear that everything was going well. Then she asked. She asked me how I would feel about doing it again. Immediately I said NO, there was no way I was going to be able to deal with a pregnancy again, and forget about finding work as a pregnant guy.

She then explained to me that the demand for adopted children was so high, and especially given my looks and my education. I imagine she was just trying to butter me up, but they she told me about the pay out. I could make 100K tax free as a surrogate. This would cover living expenses and a gift for the labor and delivery for the 9 month period I was pregnant. I was making a little over 100K at my job now, but being as greedy as I was; I did a little math, and thought about getting a part time job. This could really work, and it was pretty much ¾ of a year off. My body had recovered well from the pregnancy, no stretch marks, I returned to peak form only a few weeks after giving birth. This really did sound like an option. I was willing to hear them out, so I went in to fill out paperwork and learn more about it. Id continue to look for a job, but if I didn’t find one, this was a nice alternative.

Basically the process was that a couple would pick me out of a book, and fertilize their own egg and sperm, and I would carry it. I’d have to see them every month for a check in, and I had the option to have them present at the birth or not (NOT) and then if I wanted to keep in contact, I could, If not, it was the end of the deal.

I went in for the photos and bio write up and a complete physical, and within a week I was called. I had 3 couples interested in me. I just had to go in for an interview. I interviewed with all three and apparently wowed them all because I had three offers. The winning coupled offered me $120K. I was a bit nervous because the husband was big, probably 6’4’’ about 250-260 lbs. The wife was a normal size, so I thought had a 50/50 chance of a big baby.

The next week I went for the procedure to inject the fertilized egg. One of the stipulations in my contract was that I would only accept 1 egg, I didn’t want to be one of those crazy dads who got pregnant with 8, then had to eliminate some of the eggs. After the procedure I stayed in a hotel and was on bed rest for 3 weeks. This was fine for me. I just stayed in bed, searched the internet for jobs, and worked out my upper body.

When I went back in to see the doctor, they were very happy to announce that the egg took; I was going to be pregnant again. Just then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Pregnant again, big again, pain again, labor again. Those thoughts quickly faded when I got my first check in the mail.

6 weeks pregnant

I had my first doctor’s appointment with the happy couple. They were very inquisitive to how I was doing. I really couldn’t complain, I didn’t have that much morning sickness. The doctor did the routine exams and signed off on everything. One month down 9 more to go.

I maintained my lifestyle in the city, still went out to dinner with friends, got to the gym as much as I could, and I even managed to find a part time job at a clothing store. I told my manager that I was only doing this part time, and that I was pregnant. He was cool with it. They had a bunch of pregnant patrons, and having me there would probably make them feel more comfortable. They also had a decent paternity section, so I could get cloths pretty cheap. I avoided paternity cloths during my first pregnancy, but now because the bill was someone else’s, I decided to buy some.

3 months pregnant

At three months I finally did start to show. You couldn’t tell I was pregnant, just that I needed to get to the gym, which I did, a lot. I was actually pretty impressed with my muscle gain in the past 3 months. It must have had something to do with the hormones, but I was finally getting some of the muscle I wanted when I was bulking up.

I did give myself permission to eat more than I did last time. I was so concerned about gaining too much weight with my last pregnancy that I didn’t eat so much. This time was different, I knew my body would go back the way it was, and stretch marks weren’t really in my DNA as long as I kept up with the cocoa butter.

6 months pregnant

It was at 6 months that my belly really popped. I remember I woke up one morning and went to the bathroom for some much needed bladder relief. When I got back to the mirror I looked at myself and didn’t recognize what was in front of me. My belly was suddenly there, hanging out. It pushed the waist band of my boxers out and stood in front of my like a basket ball. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t huge, but it was bigger than I had been in my last pregnancy at 6 months.

I went to work that day in need of some cloths. The jeans that I had been wearing very successfully now didn’t button, and the t shirts I wore exposed a little bit of my belly when I put my arms up. The shop I worked in looked my body so they asked that I wear tight fitting shirts as often as possible. But now what was tight on my arms was too tight on my belly.

I tried on a few of the paternity tops, they actually fit pretty well. There was more give in the mid section of the shirts, and they were longer to accommodate the belly pushing it out. Overall I was pretty impressed by the selection and the style.

That day at work I also noticed my back hurting more than usual. Before then I had been like every other employee, stood for hours at the register helping customers, got boxes out of the back and set out merchandise, and helped pick things up off the floor when they were dropped. Now I could do all that, but I did most of it with a hand on my back.

By 7pm I was exhausted and really didn’t want to go to my doctor appointment. This was one I couldn’t miss because the parents were going to be there, and we were going to find out the sex. So I changed into my fresh new cloths and started the 15 block walk to the office. Normally I could make it no problem, but this time I had to stop and get some water, my back was killing me by the time I got there.

As I walked in the mom to be came over and hugged me, and the dad shook my hand. They were a little concerned that I was so tired looking, but I explained Id soon be cutting back my hours at work. We were all called into the room, and my doctor commented that it looked like I had popped. I told him it was correct, and I was really starting to feel the extra weight. I got on the scale and they weighed me. I had gained about 20 lbs and it was really starting to show. Next was the fun part, I lay down on the table and took my shirt off. Mom to be almost squealed when she saw the belly in front of her. I can’t really blame her, but it was acknowledgment that I was looking pregnant indeed. The doctor began the examination, feeling around, poking, and prodding. I let him know when I felt pressure and he continued the exam. Then it was time for the big show, he squirted some gel on my belly and began to look around. Everyone was very excited to know they sex, a boy. All I could do was look at the husband with his big head and large shoulders look at me with tears in his eyes. The doctor then looked at the size of the kid and predicted a big baby, probably about 11 and a half pounds. This was about a pound bigger than my last baby, so labor was not looking like fun. The doctor also said that my stomach muscles had become accustomed to stretching while pregnant, so I might carry this one lower and more out that the prior one. So a bigger belly and a worse labor.

9 months pregnant

I remembered why I hated pregnancy when I got up this morning. I could barley sleep with the heart burn and the baby kicking me every 3 seconds. I struggled to get myself up from the bed. I swung my legs over the edge and pushed myself up to a seated position. I looked down at the ball of baby in my lap. I was certainly showing more than when I was pregnant the first time. My belly button had popped out and there was literally no room left in my belly. I pressed against the skin with was sore to the touch. I had been stretched so far that I felt like the baby could rip out at any second. The only plus was that now that the kid had dropped into place for delivery, I could breathe again. With the help of my dresser I pushed myself up to a standing position, and my hand immediately joined the small of my back, which felt like it too could break at any second. I waddled into the bathroom and relieved my bladder. I went to the sink to wash up and just let my belly rest on the cold porcelain. The coldness was a relief; I was so warm with the belly that I was sweating most of the time. I washed my face and headed to the kitchen.

I could only eat small portions of food with all the room the baby took up in my belly, but I had to eat constantly in order to keep up my strength. Today I just had some yogurt. I’d just walk around the apartment trying to sooth the baby to sleep. I was lucky that walking did help lull the kid to sleep, but that meant that I had to stay on my feet as long as I wanted to rest. The baby was right on target at 11.5 lbs, so I had a lot to carry around.

A familiar twinge came as my Braxton hicks contractions started up again. I’d been having them for about a week now, and actually felt like they were starting to pick up. The doctor had confirmed it at my last appointment that I was 2CM dilated, so it could be any minute.

I quit my job at the clothing store a few weeks ago. I had been delegated to just sitting at the counter helping customers, they were very sweet to take the other duties off my plate, but with my size it would have taken me 3 times as long to do anything.

I did have to stop in today to pick up my final pay check. It was good, because I needed the exercise. All I had been able to do for the last 2 weeks was sit on the couch and lay down in bed waiting for the contractions to start up. So I slid on a pair of paternity mesh shorts, size XL, which were getting pretty tight and a tank top. I put on a baseball hat to try to be inconspicuous, but with an 11.5 lbs baby inside of you, it’s hard to not stand out.

The shop was about 4 blocks from my house, but it was a marathon to me. I waddled the whole way there, running into a few friends who were surprised I was still pregnant; I let them know it could be any day, so ask later. By the time I got to the store, I was exhausted. I saw my manager, who immediately pulled up a chair for me.

We talked for about 30 minutes, enough for me to catch my breath. The guys came by and wanted to feel my belly, which I let them. I mean really how could you resist, it was huge.

On my way back home, I had to stop and sit on a bench; it was then that I had my first real contraction. I remember the feeling, pressure in my back, and my belly tightening. Finally, it was almost over.

I got home and gave the adoption agency a call to let them know I was having contractions. I asked to be alone for my delivery, but I had to let the parent know so they could be on the lookout for a call to pick up their baby.

I also gave my doctor a heads up, the contractions were almost 30 minutes apart, so we both knew I had time. He suggested I take a bath and just relax

By about 9 pm that night, the contractions were starting to pick up. They were about 15 minutes apart and getting closer. I had taken a few naps, watched a few movies and was generally bored. I started feeling anxious so I looked for ways to speed up labor. First option was to go for a walk, but I wasn’t about o do that and risk having this baby on the streets of NYC. I decided to go down to the basement gym and hope on the elliptical for a few minutes.

When I got downstairs there was no one in the gym, which was a relief, I didn’t want o have to explain and listen to people telling me to be careful. I got on the elliptical and started. I walked at the lowest setting and before I knew I was sweating up a storm. My tank top was sticking to my belly and my hair was drenched. On the plus side, I had 2 contractions in the past 25 minutes, so this was working. I stayed on the machine for another 15 minutes and decided to get off. I took the elevator upstairs and went back to my apartment.

It was now time for a bath. I had always enjoyed them because they took a lot of the pressure off my back. Now kneeling down to start the bath was the toughest part. I filled the tub half way with water, and got in, still with just half way filled, when I got in I was almost 100% covered. There I sat for almost an hour just letting the contractions ride over me. I could tell when they were starting, and my belly would bulge out. I just wiggled around, trying to release the pressure building within me. I couldn’t wait for my water to break. I felt bad for the baby; he was not enjoying this labor thing either. I could feel him being pushed further down, but I wasn’t dilated enough to allow it, so he just squirmed along with me trying to escape the pressure and my body.

It was 12:30 and my contractions had gotten a lot stronger. At this point I was lying in bed letting the pain take me over. I’d try to pull my legs up in order to help the baby move down, but I wasn’t dilated enough yet. He just continued to grind down on my opening. I kept thinking about his father and how big his head was, this was going to be a hard delivery.

When the contractions got to be 10 minutes apart I called the hospital to let them know I was coming in. I got the duffle bag I packed weeks before and went for the door. Before leaving I changed into a clean dry t shirt. I made my way downstairs and went to the front of the building to hail a cab. Of course it was 1230 on a Saturday night and there were no cabs. I knew another contraction was coming and went to the side of a car and leaned against it for support. The contractions were pretty strong now, and made me want to take a deep squat in order to move the baby down. A second before the contraction started a cab pulled over and I lowered myself in. I was in the middle of breathing thru the contraction when the cabbie kept asking me where I was headed. I think he suddenly realized what was going on, and asked me if I was OK.

I got the words Lenox Hill out, and we started the trip. NYC traffic was in full force tonight, as we tried to get up town. At each contraction I laid against the seat feeling my belly bulge out in front of me. We were in traffic for 30 minutes, but still making progress, the cabbie was very nice and asked how I was doing and if it was my first baby or not.

When we got to the hospital, and orderly was there to help me into a wheel chair. I sat there with my legs spread wide to accommodate the head trying to move deeper inside of me. The orderly got me to reception, but there was a problem with my paperwork they needed to straighten out before I could go upstairs. I just sat in the wheel chair in the waiting room, groaning with pain each time a contraction ripped thru my belly.

It seems like hour, but was probably a few minutes before they took me into the elevator. This time I had a private room, courtesy of the parents to be. It was a nice labor and delivery room, so I wouldn’t have to make the trip when it was time to go into delivery. The room was nice, the bed was big and there was a birthing chair if I wanted. The bathroom was also pretty big and had a large shower incase I wanted to take one, I noticed a seat in the shower, which was a God send.

The orderly wheeled me to the bed and helped me to s seated position. I took off my t shirt, which was damp already and took off the mesh shorts and sandals I was wearing. He gave me a gown to put on. I explained how hot I was and wanted to see if there was something else I could wear. The answer was no, but he suggested I just pull my gown up if I got too hot, it was a private room and only the doctor and nurse would be in to see me. He did suggest I take a cool shower. I obliged, and he helped me to the shower, he waited outside as I went in and turned the water on. He called a nurse to wait for me as I was in the shower, just in case I needed someone. She was also there to do my first exam when I got out.

The water felt amazing on my hot flesh. I sat in there and let it run down my bulging middle. My belly was a lot bigger than it was when we started, almost in a constant low pressure contraction, just waiting for me to dilate and push the kid out. I felt around my belly for the last time. The head was very low, and I could feel it being pushed with each contraction lower and lower.

I turned the water off, and if on cue, the nurse came in and helped me up, she got me a towel and then helped me put my gown back on. I got back to the bed just in time for a contraction. I groaned with the effort of my belly pushing out and nothing inside me moving. There was nothing I could do but massage my aching belly muscles. The nurse took this opportunity to feel around the giant orb that was my belly. I could tell she was sizing up the baby and his position. She said he was in a great position, and just needed for me to dilate, for him to be born. My contractions were about 5 minutes apart at this point, so they decided to break my water.

Just as they did the last time, a nurse disappeared behind the orb that was my belly and started her work. I just felt pressure, then a pop. They my water broke. It was a relief to some of the pressure I was feeling, but then I felt a lurch as the baby descended the birth canal. It wasn’t about pressure anymore; it was about the head moving its way down.

By about 5am my contractions were about 4 minutes apart and I was 7 CM dilated. I was quite a site. I had my gown pulled up to just under my chest in order to release some of the heat my body was exuding. My belly was a giant sweaty orb, contracting every now and then for about 90 seconds at a time and getting bigger with each contraction. It wasn’t perfectly round at the top any more, more flat, which made me feel like I was making progress. I could also fee the kid descending with each passing hour.

The nurse would come in and check on me every 30 minutes or so, and give me a progress update. She always asked if I wanted to go for a walk, but I was happy laboring on all fours as I was when she just came in. They expected me to be pushing in an hour or so.

It was 630 am when I felt like something was off. I suddenly got very nauseous and cold. I buzzed the nurse in and left her know I felt weird. She let me know I was probably just in transitional labor, and not to worry. My whole body just felt achy and not right, my contractions were just a blur and right on top of one another, but not as strong as before. The nurse suggested I try to get some sleep while the contractions calmed down. She let me know I’d still be contracting and dilating, but it would be easier for the next few minutes.

Transition lasted for about 45 minutes for me. In that time I got sick once, and got some sleep as well. The nurse waited in the room with me while I went thru this, so it was easier to sleep. I work up with the worst contraction yet. This time I could tell the baby was moving down.

My groan must have alerted the nurse because she was by my side in a few seconds flat. It was an instinct to bring my knees up; she swatted my hand from my knee and said I couldn’t push, just to breath. That was the hardest part, just letting my body take over when I knew I could control it again. I just put my hands on my belly and massaged the contraction away.

She checked me and I was fully at 10 cm. The nurse suggested I push a bit in the bed before they moved me to the birthing chair. She said they would call the doctor when I got closer, which could be hours.

For the next 2 hours, I pushed in bed. I’d just lay down on my back with my feet pressed firmly on the mattress. Id push for 10 second then rest. I was excited that I could feel the movement of the baby when I pushed, but as soon as I stopped I felt him lurch back inside my belly.

The doctor came in at that point and asked how I was doing. The nurse said I was making steady but slow progress. The doctor proceeded to do an internal exam. He placed one had on the base of my belly and the other inside me. He then reached back up and felt my belly again. It was then I started to contract again and he told me to just blow. I did that. He thought I’d make better progress in the birthing chair, so they decided to move me. He said the baby did have a big head, and delivery would be hard, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

With these encouraging words, the nurse and orderly helped swing me around to a seated position on the bed. The baby had made progress down, I could tell. My legs bowed out below me with that head wedged between. I felt my stomach lurch down, as he descended a little more, gravity was great. Bother the nurse and orderly took me by the arms and helped me to the birthing chair. It looked like a rocking chair, but there was a hole cut down the middle. They sat me down, and I immediately felt the effects of gravity. They got my legs in the sturups and let me be. I got adjusted to the new position, but wanted my gown off. The finally obliged and let me sit there totally naked. I sat there with my hands on the arms of the chair, letting the contraction wash over me. I yelled that I had to push, and they let me.

Forty five minutes later the doctor came back in. He squatted on the stood in front of me and again asked how I felt. I let him know I felt like the head was right there. He put his fingers inside of me and felt the head too. For the next 25 minutes I pushed and struggled to get the head to descend further in me. I was finally making progress when the nurse moved the mirror over so I could see the head of the baby.

I pushed again and felt it move closer, I could see it inching out of me, my skin stretching with the force of it. Id push with all my might and then when I stopped it would move back in. The doctor could tell I was frustrated and directed the orderly to push on the top of my belly to help move the baby down. Finally I felt the head release. I looked down and wondered how I got it out of me, it was huge. Just then I felt the strange sensation of the doctor turning the baby inside of me, time for the shoulders. I pushed another 3 times and finally the baby came loose.

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part 4
A week after giving birth and handing the baby over to its biological parents, I received my final check for my services from the surrogate agency. Since I no longer had a conventional job, I used the check to support myself as I got myself back into the job market. At that time, I decided I'd had enough of the pregnancy thing.

The way the economy was, I spent the next 6 months looking for a job as I watched my checking account balance shrink. There had been a few interviews, a couple seemed promising but no offers were coming in and I was starting to get worried. I didn’t want to tap into savings and unemployment would not be enough to pay the bills in New York.

The one good thing about being off and not being pregnant for 6 whole months was it gave me a lot of time to work out. With not much else to do, I put some serious time in at the gym and my body quickly bounced back from the pregnancy. I was even able to add some muscle. Even with all the time and effort I was putting in at the gym, I noticed that my abs, while still flat and toned weren't as firm as they had been before my second pregnancy. I didn't let that bother me though, I was happy with them the way they were. They still looked better than most of the guys at the gym and that's after 2 pregnancies!

7 months after last giving birth, my financial situation really started to deteriorate. Even though going through a pregnancy presented plenty of negatives, it was nice to have "off" for 9 months and not have to worry about bills. I decided to set up an appointment with my surrogacy liaison to talk. Just talk. When I called I was surprised as she laughed saying she wasn't surprised to hear from me. Apparently she knew I'd be back.

At our appointment, she immediately complimented me on the added muscle and the excellent overall shape I had regained so soon after the pregnancy. After thanking her, I asked about the current surrogate "market". I figured with the slump the economy was still in, the need for an expensive surrogate (I come at a pretty high price!) might not be there She flipped through her portfolio looking for couples that might be interested in me. Interested in me meaning they were willing to pay a lot of money!

She found a handful of couples she thought would be interested and started up the process. She sent each couple a copy of my profile: stats, pictures, pregnancy history, etc. Two couples responded quickly with offers, one of which immediately caught my attention.

They had a house in south Florida which they offered to let me stay in during the pregnancy so I could escape the New York winter. While I stayed there they would pay my rent in the city so I wouldn’t have to abandon my apartment. These two perks were huge and didn't even include the money they would pay: $220,000.00 - nearly twice what I had made my last pregnancy. I was ready to sign on the line, then I saw they wanted twins...

As soon as I saw the requirement to have twins, I almost said no, but the money was great, living in Florida for the winter would be awesome... So I gave it some more thought. I'd gone through 2 pregnancies already, they weren't so bad. My body was obviously able to handle being pregnant and I rebounded well both times. Twins? That's just 1 more baby and a few extra pounds. Florida and the money won.

We went ahead and set up a meeting with the parents to be. Funny how it seems that the fathers who can't or won't get pregnant are always big. This guy was no exception. He was in his early 30's, 6'2", and a very solid 285 lbs. Apparently he used to play pro football (though I didn't recognize his name), just my luck. I guess my womb screamed "I can carry big ones!" I debated with myself for a minute, wondering what it would be like to carry 2 potentially big babies. The mom was pretty petite so maybe the babies would just be average size? Finally decided if I can do 1, I can do 2! So then and there I signed on the line, giving my body up as an incubator for 9 months.

A few days later it was time to get implanted. This time 6 fertilized eggs were implanted, 3 of which took meaning 1 had to be eliminated. When I heard that was the case I almost said ok to carrying 3 but the parents were insistent on it as they only wanted twins.

It was late summer when I got impregnated so for the first 4 months I stayed in the city. Since I was carrying twins and the parents insisted, I went to the doctor's every 2 weeks just to make sure everything was fine. It was as if I was destined to be pregnant because as it had for my previous pregnancies, everything was going fine.

It was mid November when I hit 4 months. By now I was already showing, far earlier than I had before. It looked like I was at least 6 months pregnant with a single baby. It was time to get out the old paternity clothes.

It came time for me to leave for Florida. I let most of my friends know about the surrogacy and that I'd be gone for almost half a year. They all said how jealous they were of me for getting to miss the cold weather. I couldn't help but agree. It would be good to get away. It had been forever since I'd taken a vacation and this was as close as I was going to get.

I went to my storage unit to get the paternity clothes that were still momentarily too big for me. Seeing how big some of the shirts I wore at the end of my pregnancies were made me realize that wouldn't be the case this time. I'd be wearing them in the next couple months. I'd definitely have to do some shopping down in Florida.

I had been pretty self conscious about my body during the other pregnancies but this time I decided to be as comfortable about the changes to my body as I could. Being away from people I knew would help. I would finally not feel like I had to constantly suck in my belly all the time.

I took a cab to JFK and made my way to the private aviation terminal. Apparently the dad's football career had been pretty lucrative because the couple had arranged a private plane for me. If they could afford a private plane, I couldn't wait to see the house!
Seems like these kids are gonna be pretty lucky.

Once I got checked in, I was escorted to the plane. On the plane, the flight attendant, my personal flight attendant that is, offered me any seat I wanted. I settled in and was happy to see that the seat belt fit around my waist. I wasn’t that big yet!

After take off, the flight attendant came back around with a drink for me. It was a pretty, frozen tropical looking one which she assured me was non alcoholic. As I sipped the drink I suddenly felt really tired.

When I came to, I still felt groggy but like I had slept for days. Yawning, I looked at my watch and was surprised to see it was 6 hours since take off and we were still in the air. Wondering why we were still flying, I rang for the flight attendant but a man I hadn't seen before appeared.

I asked who he was and the only answer he gave was who he was wasn't important and that I'd know what was going on in a few hours. Getting nervous, I struggled to stand but noticed that my hands were bound to the seat so I could only move so much. I struggled against the restraints but still being groggy I didn’t make any progress. The man smiled and walked away leaving me to eventually fall back asleep.

I awoke as the plane landed a few hours later and the door opened. Another man, this one a tall, muscular, dark skinned man in a suit entered and smiled. With a heavy accent he welcomed me to the Kingdom of Humdauh, a small kingdom in North Africa. He then told me I was a special guest of the prince and I was to be immediately taken to the palace.

Upon that announcement, 3 equally tall and muscular Africans came aboard and surrounded me, 1 of them undoing my restraints. The 4 men in black escorted me off the plane and into a waiting van.

During the short walk to the van I immediately noticed the extreme heat. I quickly felt sweat forming on my back and underneath my meaty pecs which rested on my growing belly. Apparently I'd been kidnapped I realized as I was helped into the van. At least I was somewhere warm. I really don't like the cold.

Once we were all in the van, the driver pulled off, leaving a huge cloud of dust behind him. I looked out the window and didn't see much. I must have looked disappointed because the man who first got on the plane when it landed informed me that we'd be arriving at the palace in about 15 minutes and that I would be well taken care of.

I told him I didn't understand why I was here? Why was I in Africa? I was supposed to be in Florida, back in the United States. He said again, I was a guest of the prince. Not just any guest but a very special guest. I wasn't carrying the twins of an ex-football player and his wife but those of the prince.

I sat back and took the information in. Surprisingly I wasn't as upset as I'd imagine. If one gets kidnapped, being kidnapped by a prince doesn't seem like it would be too bad. As we pulled up to the palace I was even more pleased. This may be a small kingdom but the palace was huge. It was also though surrounded by a huge fence and the gate was guarded by 4 armed guards.

Once we were inside the palace walls and the gate was secured, I was let out of the van. I followed the 4 men, 2 of them carrying my bags. We entered the palace and I followed them through its wide, marbled hallways. One hallway had a wall of windows which looked out into a lush courtyard complete with a pool. Finally we made it to a large wooden door which opened into a large apartment. I was told this is where I would be staying. The room was really nice and decorated in a modern design but also had some African influence. 3 of the men left, leaving me with the first man.
He told me his name was Motumba and he would be responsible for me. It was his job to keep me happy and safe and I was to let him know whatever I wanted or needed within reason. It was the prince's wish for me to be as comfortable and happy as possible during my stay because I was carrying his precious, royal cargo. Motumba left me soon after. Before he did he let me know the royal doctor would be around later in the afternoon to give me an exam.

With Motumba gone, I set to unpacking. Part of me was a little scared and anxious. I was half a world away from where I was supposed to be and no one knew where I was. Hell, I didn't even really know where I was. Still I was taking my circumstances well. So far this kidnapping thing didn't seem so bad.

A few hours later Motumba returned with the doctor. The doctor brought with him a small scale and various other equipment and set about taking my weight and vitals before giving me a brief exam on the bed. Since the start of my pregnancy I had already gained 25 lbs. He said all was in order and left. Once again Motumba stayed.

I asked him when I would see the prince. He explained that this was just once of the prince's palaces and that he was rarely here. He was a busy man and I probably wouldn't see him during my stay. He suggested we take a tour of the palace as this would be the only place I'd be seeing until I gave birth. In so many words I was a prisoner here.

The palace and grounds were beautiful. Along with the pool, there was a garden, a huge kitchen, a gym and a media room stocked with DVD's. Motumba told me I had free reign of any place within the palace walls. He showed me where his room was and told me to feel free to enter if I ever felt the need. I wondered what need he was thinking of but didn't ask.

I quickly got used to my situation. The doctor would visit me almost daily but other than that I had no set schedule. Food, anything I could think of was always available. I would just tell Motumba what I wanted and he would have it prepared for me by the palace chef.

As before, my pregnancy progressed well. I was gaining weight steadily but the doctor made sure to monitor my weight so that I wasn’t putting on too much. Still by my sixth month I was as large and as round as I had been during the eighth month of my previous pregnancies. I could only imagine how big I would continue to grow over the next 3 months.

By the 7th month my belly button had popped and there was not even a trace left of my abs. They were simply so stretched out over the twins that they had already lost all definition. As I looked down at my bloated belly I could only pray that I'd be as lucky this time getting back into shape after the pregnancy.

At this point the twins became very active. It was an adjustment to get used to so much movement. I spent a lot of time shirtless at the pool, watching my belly heave and shape shift as it sat on my lap. Often times Motumba would keep me company pool side. I got a good tan and he just got darker. I couldn't help noticing that he stole just as many looks at my tan, pregnant body as I did at his dark, muscular one.

8 and a half months came around before I knew it. I was thoroughly enjoying the leisurely life afforded to me by the prince at the palace but the pregnancy was starting to take its toll. Though I thought the babies were big enough they just continued to grow and my belly hung lower than it ever had, even right before I delivered.

The twins were already situated low enough to start spreading my hips. The ache in my hips not to mention my back became nearly constant. I spent a lot of time lying on my side in my bed in nothing but a small pair of underwear. Despite the strong AC in the palace and the extra fans I requested in my room, I was frequently having what could only be described as hot flashes. The growing twins caused my body to produce so much heat, sweat was almost always streaming off my belly.

The doctor assured me everything was fine and what I was experiencing was perfectly normal. He suggested I ask Motumba to rub my back and hips to help alleviate some of the pressure. Motumba, always one to please readily agreed.

My due date came and went. The doctor came and examined me and said it would probably be a couple more days. 4 days past due, my body was still showing no signs that it was ready to deliver and the twins continued to grow. In just the 4 days since I was due I gained another 10 lbs.

Surprisingly the twins continued to be very active. The movements the 2 large babies made my skin sore to the touch as it was stretched to what I was sure was its limit. Sleeping was almost impossible now. The twins were in motion almost all the time, vying for space within their tight confines, especially at night as I lay in bed trying to sleep. I would try in vain to settle them by rubbing my huge orb which lay heavily on the mattress, stretching out I could only guess how many feet from the rest of my body. Sometimes that would help but most of the time it didn't.

I no longer did much, basically just ate, grew and sat around the pool or in it with Motumba rubbing my aching hips and back, both of us anxious for the contractions to begin so I could regain some comfort and mobility.

One day after some time in the pool, Motumba and I sat on the edge drying off in the hot sun. We both watched and laughed as 2 pairs of feet could be seen (and felt) kicking against the top of my belly. It was funny to watch, funny until 1 of them kicked me in the ribs pretty hard almost knocking the wind out of me.

Their kicks and punches had quite some force behind them now. During my last exam, the doctor felt around my giant belly and estimated each baby was around 13 lbs. I felt so big and round that to me that sounded conservative but I wasn't a doctor. All I knew was they were big and I was bigger than I'd ever been.

A week and 3 days past since I was due when my contractions finally started. The first 1 came as I was brushing my teeth before bed. My belly was resting on the cool granite counter top when the familiar pressure started at my lower back and slowly moved around to my belly, meeting from both sides at my popped out belly button. The contraction was uncomfortable yet a smile formed on my face. I knew I wouldn't be pregnant for much longer.

Initially the contracts were 25 minutes apart and pretty light. Still my breathing crept up every time a contraction hit. After brushing my teeth I got into bed and lay down on my side, rubbing my belly and trying to get some rest before the big show began.

I was able to doze for a few hours before the contractions started intensifying. By this time they were about 15 minutes apart. It was time to let Motumba know I was in labor. I could've simply called him but I decided to go get him. I knew walking would help my labor progress.

I eased myself out of bed and onto my feet. I immediately noticed the babies had dropped even more. The underside of my belly rubbed against the front of my thighs as I waddled down the hall to Motumba's room. I knocked quietly on the door and waited for a response. When I didn't get one, I tried the knob, quietly opening the door. He was asleep in his bed with the sheet pulled up to his waist, his muscular torso rising and falling as he breathed, snoring softly. I waddled up to the side of the bed and sat down, placing a hand on his chest, gently shaking him. He opened his eyes and turned to me with a puzzled look on his face.

I told him with a small smile that I was finally in labor. He returned the smile with a grin and quickly threw the sheet off his body and jumped out of bed. The moonlight streaming through the drapes gave just enough light for me to see he was naked and that he had quite a piece of equipment.

I chuckled and he looked at me before following my stare down to his package. He quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and put them on then laughed, pointing out that I was also naked. In my rush to tell Motumba I was in labor, I'd forgotten to put on any clothes. Oh well... He'd see me even less dignified soon enough.

Another contraction hit as Motumba put on a wife beater. He quickly came to my side and rubbed my back as I breathed through it, holding each side of my churning belly. Once the contraction subsided he called the doctor and helped me back to my room.
Two contractions later the doctor entered my room. I was lying down in bed, my back propped by pillows. Motumba had helped me into a robe before I laid down. It barely closed in the front but it gave me some coverage. The doctor checked me and let me know I was 4 cm dilated. I asked when we would be going to the hospital and was surprised to hear we wouldn't be.

The doctor explained to me that in Humdauh it was customary to have as little medical intervention during birth as possible and to deliver at home. I told the doctor I'd much rather be at the hospital but he just shook his head. The prince, knowing that everything was fine with my pregnancy and that neither the twins nor I were in any known danger insisted I deliver at the palace.

I asked the doctor if he would break my water but he said no, he was going to let my labor progress naturally. He also forewarned me that he would not pull the babies out of me, I had to completely deliver each 1 myself and of course no drugs.

Another contraction hit and I panted through it before asking half jokingly why the doctor was even there. His answer was to make sure everyone was safe. Once more I surprised myself at how well I was taking the news. I wasn't going to let myself get worked up over the news that I'd be delivering twins in my own bed rather than at a hospital.

By now I was practically an expert in labor so I took to my old habits. I had Motumba help me out of bed and follow me as I waddled around the room, 1 hand on my back 1 on the bottom of my belly rubbing the twins heads. After 45 minutes of waddling around my water broke, splashing down my thighs to the floor. Poor Motumba had been following so close behind me, his hand never leaving my back that he almost stepped in it! The doctor ordered me back to bed to check my progress. I was at 7 cm. Only 3 more to go before I could start pushing.

Once my water broke, the contractions started coming much faster. Before I knew it they were only 6 minutes apart. At that stage though my labor stalled. It took 3 more hours before I was fully dilated and able to push even though the contracts were now less than 3 minutes apart.

When the doctor gave me the ok to push I was already a hot, sweaty mess. I had long ago ditched the robe leaving myself to labor naked on the bed for Motumba and the doctor to see. The sheets below me were soaked from the thousands of tiny rivers of sweat that ran down my back, chest and belly. Motumba made sure I stayed hydrated by giving me ice chips and small sips of water.

I was already exhausted when the next contraction hit but my job was really just starting. It was time to get down to work. Motumba sat behind me so I had something more firm to push back against than pillows (and was he ever firm). Since there were no stirrups, I grabbed both of my knees and pulled them up as high around each side of my belly as I could. I pushed back against Motumba, pulled at my knees, put my chin to my chest and pushed.

I instantly felt 1 of the twins move lower. The first born had been naturally selected by my exhausted body. I watched my belly contort and squeeze causing the babies to squirm as I began working the first 1 out.

The doctor simply sat at the foot of the bed, watching as I pushed through contraction after contraction. I could feel the first baby moving slowly toward my opening at what felt like a snail's pace. After an hour of pushing, I gasped out between a contraction, asking the doctor about the kind of progress I was making. He shifted forward in his chair to get a better look and told me he didn't see anything yet but could tell my ass was starting to distent

He got up and went to his bag and pulled out a mirror which he set up at the foot of the bed so I could see for myself. The doctor was right, I could see my ass was visibly distented, meaning that the baby would be coming soon but still nothing was visible in my dilated opening.

After 15 more minutes of pushing, the top of the first baby's head became visible. I watched over the top of my bulging belly as I pushed with renewed energy as the head started inching its way out. I could see Motumba in the mirror watching over my shoulders, eyes slightly bugged out as he saw me start to open. I chuckled and winked at him, telling him I hoped he could handle it 'cause he hadn't seen anything yet.

My opening began to burn as the head pushed heavily against it, waiting for enough pressure to build to be forced out. My thighs ached and I begged the doctor to massage them before they cramped from being hiked up around my belly. He sighed but agreed causing me to sigh with relief as he massaged the stiff muscles.

Another contraction came as the doctor was massaging my left thigh. I bore down again watching the mirror intently as the sliver of black hair became more visible. I yelped as the head crowned, opening me the widest I'd been in a long time. The pressure was incredible as the widest part of the head pushed through. Motumba rubbed my lower back gently and gave me quiet encouragement in my ear.

Finally I got the head out and still the doctor sat watching. It was amazing to see the small brown face between my legs. I asked the doctor if he needed to clear out the baby's airway but he said no. He would watch the baby for any signs of distress but again there was to be as little medical interference as possible especially as this was a royal birth.

The doctor told me to breathe through the next contraction. I needed to wait for the baby to turn so I could push out the shoulders. I never realized this happened naturally, I thought the doctors did this but apparently your body will do it for you.

I groaned as the next contraction racked my belly. I was so tempted to push but didn't as the doctor instructed. I felt the baby rotating inside of me. As it did I popped a massive boner. The doctor chuckled. Seemed like the baby had elbowed my prostate. Motumba gave me a big grin and a nod. He seemed to be impressed.

With the baby in position, the doctor gave me the go ahead to push on the next contraction. When it came I pushed hard, groaning through gritted teeth as the baby's shoulders passed 1 at a time. Even as the contraction ended I continued to push. I was so close now, the baby freed from my insides to its belly button. With my last push, the baby slid completely out and landed gently on the bed.

With the baby completely out the doctor finally stood and went to work between my legs cutting the cord. I let out a heavy sigh and leaned back against Motumba's strong chest closing my eyes. He rubbed my shoulders and told me what a good job I was doing.

Once the doctor cut the cord, he took the baby, a boy, a very big boy out of the room. He returned a few minutes later as I was pushing out the first after birth. As he set about cleaning that up I asked him what he had done with the baby. He said a member of the royal court had been waiting outside and would be taking the babies to the prince once both were born.

The doctor suggested I get up and walk around to help the next birth to progress. I was so tired though that I said no. I was content resting in bed knowing that soon enough I would need the rest of my strength to get the second baby out.

As I waited for the contractions to resume, Motumba and I felt around my still giant belly. It was sore to the touch from all the contractions but I didn't say anything to Motumba. I'm sure he thought his big hands running gently over my slightly smaller and softer orb felt good. In a way the kind of did. It was 1 of those pleasure and pain situations.

Half an hour after the prince's first son was born, the contractions resumed. The doctor examined me to make sure I was still dilated enough to push and I was.

Thankfully the second birth went much quicker. The baby was a big 1 but I was still loose and stretched from the recent delivery so my opening didn't give as much resistance. Again I felt the head at my opening. This time I got the head completely out in only 2 pushes.

I had to breathe through 2 contractions before the baby turned so I could push. I was so exhausted by this point when the next contraction came I pushed and screamed. I pushed so hard I was sure I was going to give myself an aneurysm. Luckily I didn't. What I did do though was push the second baby, another boy equally as big completely out.

Once more the doctor came forward to cut the cord and take the baby from the room. Motumba grabbed a towel from the night stand and wiped my forehead for me. I was a sweaty mess.

The second after birth came out quickly and easily. Once he'd cleaned it up the doctor set to work between my legs making sure everything was still in working order before cleaning me up. He and Motumba helped me stand and walk to the bathroom as I had to pee.

My legs were a little shaky at first but I quickly regained my footing. The 2 men left me in the bathroom. For the first time in months I was able to pee standing up though I had to hold my stretched out stomach out of the way which kind of grossed me out.

When I was done in the bathroom I walked back out to the bedroom and gingerly sat on the side of the bed. My ass was pretty sore having just pushed out 2 gigantic African princes. I asked the doctor about my loose belly. I looked down at it, puddled and folded on top of my lap and I almost puked it just looked so gross and flabby. The doctor saw my disgusted look and laughed, assuring me it would start firming up within the next few days though I'd probably have a bit of a belly for awhile.

After that the doctor left. He told Motumba to have me take it easy for the next few days. I rolled my eyes. He didn't have to worry. I'd be spending the next week catching up on sleep for sure.

A week after giving birth Motumba came into my room where I was watching TV in bed. He sat down at the foot. He told me he had just spoken with the prince. Motumba said he was very pleased with the size of his twins and offered me his personal gratitude along with an apology for all the lies that were told in the beginning of the pregnancy. Motumba handed me a check for $220,000.00 American, the money I had agreed to receive.

I asked Motumba if that meant I could go home. He said yes, but the prince had offered up another suggestion. If I wanted, I could stay in Humdauh and the palace would become mine if I continued to bear children for the prince, other members of the royal family or various royal officials. I would be paid $150,000.00 American for each child I bore and at the end of each pregnancy I had the option to return to New York. Most importantly Motumba would stay on as my keeper.

I had a lot to think about...

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love your stories __________________

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it's nearly pointless say that this marylandavedc's story is good, all his/her stories are great, i love this one too. Keep writing. __________________ I love Mpreg so much! Pregnancy and Childbirth are the most amazing experience in life, I want to try them

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another amazing story __________________

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Loves the stories, especially the part 2 one :) __________________

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Your'e doing a great job. __________________ Marcus Scott

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