We were half-way through Warped now, I was six weeks pregnant and now off my anxiety medication. Sometimes I get random feelings of nervousness, but I always manage to calm down. Sometimes Jack can tell and will help me out too. If I'm spending too much time trying to calculate the day's sales and getting annoyed with it, Jack shuts my laptop and declares that 'Daddy needs to snuggle Mommy and baby.'

Things have been going okay since the Jack and I went to the OB. The only thing that was really wrong, was how suspicious our friends were getting. I think I'm ready to tell them, it's just that, I don't know how to. Plus, I know everything is going to be different after I do. Rather they admit it or not, Jack and Matt treat me differently. I'm not sure if I want everyone else to be that way too.

I'm pretty sure the number one thing they're noticing, is that Jack hardly leaves me alone now. I keep telling him to spend some time with his band mates but he's always so concerned about rather I'm okay, getting enough water, how sick I feel.

On our way to the next town, I managed to get everyone in on a movie night. I wanted to hang out with everyone, and have it be easy and fun. We all decided to watch Harry Potter. And by we, I mean Alex.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Jack mumbled beside me.
“Just go then, loser.” I teased, and Jack frowned at me.
“You are so mean.”
“Love you too.” I smiled, and he rolled his eyes before getting up.

Once he was out of sight, Alex looked up at me from the floor.

“Hey, Ember?” He called.
“Yeah?” I tilted my head, usually his eyes are glued to the screen when Harry Potter is on.
“I have a question.”
“Mmhm?”
“Are you knocked up?” He asked, and Rian smacked him. “Ow!”
“Of all ways to ask, you go with that one?” Rian scolded.
“Well, I don't know how else to put it!”
“You're a fucking idiot.”
“Guys.” I tired cutting it.
“Well, if you're so smart why didn't you ask her?” Alex commented immaturely.
“You said you wanted to sooooo bad, since-”
“Guys!” I yelled, and all eyes turned to me. “Yes.”
“Yes?” Rian and Alex both repeated.
“Yes.” I nodded.

Suddenly there was a bunch of men asking me questions at top speed.

“Oh my God, when did this happen?”
“How far are you?”
“Is it a boy or girl?”
“Is this why you puke a lot.”
“Holy shit, does Jack know?”
“Does it hurt?”
“Can you feel it?”
“Can I touch your stomach?”
“You don't look pregnant, are you sure?”

I couldn't even answer them since they all started commenting and talking about it without a single word said from me until someone whistled loudly shutting them all up. All eyes turned to the doorway where Jack stood.

“I leave for five minutes, and you all are heckling my wife about something you're not even supposed to know yet? What the hell?” He laughed, and looked at me. “Why'd you tell them now?”
“Alex asked.” I shrugged. “I wasn't going to lie about it.”
“I see.” He sat down by me. “Can we all ask questions slower and less stupid?”

Everyone nodded, and the rest of the night was spent with that, movie forgotten.

Turns out, my prediction of everyone treating me like I was made of glass would turn out to be true. The day was hot, I managed not to puke my guts out at all, and someone on the bus asked me if I was okay every five minutes. I tried to help set up stage, someone took whatever I was carrying off my hands and did it for me. I mention that I'm going outside, I have to take a water bottle with me.

Let's just say, it's really starting to get on my nerves.

By the end of the day, I was hiding in Jack and I's bunk, researching more about being pregnant. All I know is I'm really sick of being sick, yet it doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. I looked at some charts of women over the weeks and that's when I brutally remembered that I was going to get fat. I started looking at my stomach, trying to determine if I saw anything yet. I was practically upside down staring, when Jack opened the curtain.

“What in the world are you doing?” He laughed, and I blurted out.
“Are you still going to love me when I'm fat?”
“Um,” He looked ready to laugh some more. “Yeah?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Ember.” He rolled his eyes. “It's not like you're going to be overweight, there's a mini you growing in there.” He said, poking my tummy.
“Or a mini you.” I shrugged. “Speaking of which, do we want to know the gender when we can?”
“I don't know...” He crawled into the bunk, and I sat up straight. “I think everyone else does.”
“It's not their baby.” I pointed out.
“They act like it.”
“True. Alex keep rubbing my stomach and saying 'Hi Mini Member' then greeting me. I'm going to punch him.”
“Cool it tiger,” Jack chuckled. “Anyway, I came in here to see if you wanted to go to the little Warped Party that's going on.”
“Is everyone going to bother me?”
“I told them to cool, plus it's dark so the air isn't as hot.”
“Great, let's go. I'm sick of this bus.” I hopped out of the bunk, and Jack followed after me.

Hopefully no one gets too drunk, or anything. Or I'm gonna get jealous.

Notes

I promise this will get less boring as soon as Ember is in the more...eventful stages of pregnancy. :P