;------------------------- (Warning) - This is my first Male Pregnancy story, and I know it may not be the best out there, but I have been working on it for almost a year now, and hope to get the whole first part up by the end of May. It's long... (Also) - I may not be able to post that much at a time... So if it seems to cut off, I will make sure to let you all know that it is not over. Look for this... (More Coming!) Now without for ado... Please enjoy! ------------------- Starting Our New Life Part 1 of 4 Written by J_Boyy -------------------- "Damn it!" A very large, pregnant man yelled out in the darkness of his apartment, feeling the unmistakable pain that he knew so well. Andrew Myers, was on his knees, leaning on his less than comfortable bed with a look of excruciating pain on his face. The weight of his pregnancy forced him to lower to the cold, hard ground which, for the moment made him feel oddly comfortable. Sweat dripped from his face as he tried to get himself to his feet, but the constant contracting of the muscles in his stomach and back, pushing his baby deeper into the birth canal, made it almost impossible to move at the moment. He could feel the immense pressure of the baby pushing down onto his bladder and other organs, and with his contractions less than five minutes apart, he knew he was close to giving birth to an eleven pound bitch of a child. As midnight came, the pain had reached of highest point, and Andrew new well enough that he would be pushing his baby out at any moment. His hands cradling his oblong shaped belly, Andrew breathed rapidly, gasping for air through all of the pain he was feeling. He had been in labor for over 15 hours now and was ready for of to be over. Andrew soon got his wish as he felt a huge release of pressure as his water final broke, soaking the ground underneath him. He screamed in agony as he felt the unmistakable need to push seizing him. He bared down, his chin digging into his chest as he pushed with all of his might to get his baby out. Having little time to breathe in between contractions, a beautiful baby girl was born within 10 minutes of pushing. Shortly after the delivery, Andrew let out exhaled sharply and passed out, leaving the baby girl on the ground, born without a sound. 1 Week Later Andrew awoke with a start, his hands immediately flying to his belly, which to his surprise was now gone, and in it's place, a regular sized stomach. "Thank goodness you're alright..." His girlfriend, Anna had stayed with him the whole time he was unconscious, refusing to leave the side of the man she loved. "A...Anna? What happened? W-Where's my baby?" The first thought that crossed his mind, as well as what he hoped was that the baby was fine, at home being taken care of by his mother, but what he heard next proved to be not too surprising as well. "Andrew... She died... After she was born..." She whimpered, tears forming in her, beautiful, grey eyes. Andrew was not as shocked or upset as Anna thought he would be. He knew that his daughter might not have survived, given the fact that he was three months premature when he went into labor. "Oh... Ok... Well, we'll just try again then..." He mumbled softly, looking at himself in the mirror across from his bed, not used to seeing himself without a big, round, smooth pregnant belly. "Andrew! We just lost our daughter, and you just want to try again?!" She yelled at him in outrage, wanting to slap him across the face, but held herself back given the tramatic situation he had just been in. "Yes, we'll try again! That's all we have left to do!" "Well if that's what you want, you can find someone else to have a baby with! I'm done! We've already lost three. I'm gonna go... Don't even try calling me ever again!" Andrew stayed in silence for awhile... Not sure how to process what had just happened. Anna. The love his life had left him. How was he supposed to find someone he could trust to make a baby with so soon. He wanted a baby now. His doctor walked into the room silently, with an X-Ray chart in his hand. "Good evening, Andrew. How are you feeling?" He asked kindly, looking Ove the X-Rays real quick with a saddened look on his face "I'm feeling good... A little tired, but... What is it?" "I'm Afeaid I've got some good news and some bad news..." He sighed, placing the X-Rays on the light screen carefully. Many thoughts crossed Andrew's mind, but the one that was eating away at his mind the most was the possibility that somethingife threatening had happened to him during or after the birth. "Well, the good news is that you're perfect fine. No damage to your bladder or kidneys, but there is the bad news... There was some strain on your uterus and birth canal when the baby was born, which makes it highly impossible that you will be able to conceive a child again... I'm extremely sorry..." He mumbled, leaving the room. Andrew was silent, a terrified look on his face. Never conceive again... All be could think about now, was that he would never feel the joy of raising a child that he homed and grew all by himself. He cried softly to himself. (More Coming Soon!) ((Sorry if it's not a lot to begin with, but it's a lot to type off of paper at one time. So I'll get a little more up later tonight, and tomorrow.))