Babies and Parents

[chatwithdeath]

The Rabbit Done Died

"The rabbit died" is an old saying meaning one is pregnant, coming from the now no longer practiced rabbit test.

Congratulations!

You're pregnant. Knocked up. Eating for two. Have a bun in the oven.
Insert your own cliched phrase here. No matter how you say it, you're
downright fertilized. Even if you're not typically in possession of a
womb, somehow it happened. Are you scared? Happy? Gassy? A combination
of everything? And who's the father, anyway?

1. Post with your character with their name and series in the subject line. If
you want to avoid any of the options, this would also be a good place to
list them.
2. This is one of those RNG memes, so you'll want to go to our good friend Random Number Generator and roll 1-6 for how far along you are. Or just pick what one you'd prefer.
3. If you're replying to someone, roll 1-4 for how you factor into this madness!

So, how far along are you anyway?

1. Two months - Sooooo all this sickness is kind of annoying, isn't it? At least you can still fit in your old clothes, right?
2. Four months - Okay, so things are getting a little tight. Time to break out the flowy stuff!
3. Six months - OH MY GOD IT'S AN ALI-- oh, no. It's just the baby moving. Although it's still kind of creepy, isn't it?
4. Eight months- Please. Please let it be over. Have mercy.
5. Overdue - C'mon kid! I'll buy you a pony! NO! TWO PONIES! My baaaaaack.
6. Wildcard - Your choice!

What's your role in this whole mess, person replying?

1. YOU ARE THE FATHER - Well, now you've gone and done it. Are you going to take responsibility, or head for the hills?
2. Friend - You may not have done the deed, but you're going to be there to help your buddy. No matter HOW weird the circumstances!
3. Enemy - Do you feel a 'HAW HAW' coming on? This is just too funny.
4. Wildcard - Second verse, same as the first!

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The Parenting Meme

HOW IT WORKS:

➔ Post with your characters, one per comment please.
➔ Others tag your muse with a number choice. Either use the RNG or pick whichever you like. For optimum fun, be adventurous! Throw random characters at each other and see what fun shenanigans you can get up to.
➔ Congratulations! Now you're parents. Hopefully you won't screw this up too much.
➔ Have fun!

01. You’ve just gotten the news, you’re pregnant. Time to tell your spouse. OR You’ve just gotten the news, you’re approved for adoption! Time to tell your spouse.
02. Oh my God, you’re in labor! OR Oh my God, time to meet your adoption prospect.
03. It’s the first night home with your new baby. Good luck.
04. Now you know why they call it the terrible twos. How are you and your spouse coping?
05. It’s your little one’s first day of school. You and your spouse are seeing them off.
06. Sitting in the stands for your kid’s big sports game. You two cheer as loud as you can!
07. The only thing worse than a two-year-old is a teenager. Time to discuss what's an appropriate punishment.
08. Hopefully you’ve got fresh batteries in your camera for prom pictures. Maybe your spouse remembered.
09. Your kid is off to college. You can’t believe the number of boxes you’ve got to fit in your car and carry to their dorm.
10. You’re older, wiser and probably going to cry at your kid's wedding. At least you two still have each other.
11. Other! Get creative, go nuts.

Memes grabbed from bakerstreet

 

Comments

Princess Anna of Arendelle | Frozen | OTA

[loveisanopendoor]

[AYYYYY]

1-2

[chatwithdeath]

[IN THE FUTURE, of course this was perhaps bound to happen. As a close friend, doctor, and Anna's 'mother', of course she's here to act as the midwife already. It's only two months though, but this period could be rough. It changed from person-to-person.]

[loveisanopendoor]

[Well, if she's feeling under the weather, she's certainly doing a good job at toughing it out. Even two months pregnant, she's mostly been acting fairly normal, minus the occasional bouts of nausea and fatigue...of course, though, she's a little more cautious of her actions, refraining from doing anything too crazy like sliding down the railings. A shame, but a sacrifice she's willing to make, because she's more than thrilled with the idea of her own little bundle of joy; she was already active enough in helping to take care of her new 'little brother,' after all, and taking care of a child...

She'd be lying if she said being a mother wasn't something she's been looking forward to for a while. Perhaps she wasn't expecting it to happen so soon, but, it is what it is.]

You don't have to worry so much, you know. I'm totally fine, I promise.

[chatwithdeath]

[Naomi would prefer all crazy activities cut from Anna's routines, but she has to let her have some fun. The first trimester is the most fragile, that's all, but the later months, Anna would find difficulty in all activities in general.]

[Hm, she wondered how Richard was doing without her right now.]

I know... It's nearly the end of the first trimester and you're doing well. [Nausea and fatigue aside.]

[loveisanopendoor]

[Well, let's be realistic, all crazy activities probably isn't happening until she's physically unable to, but she is being uncharacteristically careful! She definitely doesn't want anything going wrong, especially not so early on...]

I always did say I was tougher than I look. I'm sure the baby will be pretty tough, too...

You didn't start to get really sick until around the second trimester or so, though, so I'm hoping I can keep it up...if anything goes wrong, though, at least I have you and Elsa, though.

WILDCARDS ALL OVER THE PLACE

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa is still convinced this isn't real. That this is just some extended dream that she just can't wake up from, a result of staying up way too late to attend to her piles of paperwork. Or maybe it's because of the late night chocolate raids in the kitchen that Anna convinced her to take part in.

Either way, it's absurd! I mean, who's ever heard of people dropping infants off on doorsteps, outside of stories and fairy tales? And at the front gates of the Queen's castle, no less... Elsa, of course, had wanted to track down the child's parents at once. But Anna...

... Anna had taken the baby in immediately. And Elsa had let her sister run off inside, because she really needed to take a minute to calm her nerves before she froze something. So, after a few deep breaths, Elsa returned to the castle, making her way up to Anna's room where she hoped her sister would be.]

Anna...?

I'M CRYING

[loveisanopendoor]

[It takes just a short while for Anna to open the door, the infant wrapped up in a blanket and cradled in her arms as she opens the door. It looks like, for now, the child has finally fallen asleep, though it was causing quite a fuss earlier when Anna rushed inside with the baby in her arms. The little girl was out by the front gates of the castle in a basket for who knows how long, and was probably starving and in need of a bath and fresh clothes and a warm bed...the poor dear. Anna wanted to give her all of the attention she needed and then some, and poor Elsa couldn't even get a word in edge-wise because she was so flabbergasted.

That being said, after giving the baby all she could eat and cleaning her off, Elsa would indeed find her in her room, softly singing to the child, making sure she was totally sound asleep before setting her down...she had already requested that Gerda put a crib in there. It looks like, as usual, Anna was taking one of her impulse decisions way too far...but she can't help herself. This baby was left here, and didn't have anyone else...it didn't look like the child was lost or left by mistake. Whoever left her here had done so because they had no other options...]

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT SUGGESTED IT SO IT'S YOUR FAULT

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa had tracked Anna down with the intent to talk her out of this. To make her see reason, because there's no way this could end well. It's not that she didn't trust Anna, of course she did, but... what did she know about caring for a baby? What did either of them know? Sure, they had maids that could help, but Elsa knew that Anna would want to do it all on her own.

... Any form of protest, however, dies in her throat when she gets a good look at Anna cradling the infant, with that smile on her face... something about that image warmed Elsa's heart in a way that few other things have.]

It looks like you've been busy.

MWAHAHAHA

[loveisanopendoor]

[Well, Elsa's not...entirely right. She most certainly does want to take care of this child herself, that much is true, but...to say she wanted to do it all on her own is pretty inaccurate, as evidenced by her gingerly holding out the sleeping baby for Elsa to take in her arms with the biggest of smiles on her face...

She doesn't want to do this alone. She wants Elsa to help.]

Isn't she just the cutest..? I can't believe someone could just leave her here. Her parents must've not been able to take care of her...

She needs us, Elsa.

Naomi Kimishima | Trauma Team | OTA

[chatwithdeath]

[Canon or the Round 2 DRP-flavor of course.]

4-2, Kalos ending I guess

[nvcr]

[Cecil has been spending most of his time in Night Vale since the incident of murderschool. Most of it has been, well, because he's needed there, but like hell is he going to be physically closer to Prince Genocide than he needs to.

He still visits from time to time, though.

There is a knock at your door. Someone heard the big news and decided to help out the new parents in what small way he could.]

[chatwithdeath]

[They weren't strange reasons at all. Some people wanted to go home, others wanted to avoid running into Lysandre again... and then some were out of Kalos for both.]

[Eight months in and Naomi has moved temporarily to be closer to Walker and company. They told who they could, made periodic check-ups and check-ins, and things were going well.]

[There indeed is a knock at the door. Slowly she gets up and makes her way over to the door. She looks through the peephole before opening it, surprised at who it happens to be.]

Hello, Cecil.

[nvcr]

I'll admit that I'm still not exactly sure how they manage to keep the interdimensional door...things open like that.

But I come bearing gifts!

3-1

[stillveryalive]

[Since Naomi and Alyssa had moved into the apartment above the agency a few weeks ago things had been going surprisingly smoothly. It's been an adjustment for all of them, especially with Naomi at the tale end of her second trimester, but if nothing else the apartment has been cleaner than it has been in a while.

Except the small spare room that was being converted into a nursery. That's a wreck and a half because trying to build a crib on your own is amazingly difficult. He's surrounded by parts and screws, scrutinizing the directions that are unfortunately written in Kalosian.

There's no way this isn't going to end in tears and busted thumbs.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Call it nesting instincts or anything else, Naomi was really trying to keep herself occupied. The clinic would be closed until further notice as health further concerned her. Still, she had to try not to worry; the pregnancy overall had been going well. Both the first and second trimester were met with the expected and nothing else, but still, she found herself holding up in any spare time alone she had and becoming increasingly anxious. Nothing happened now, but what about later?]

[With Alyssa playing downstairs, Naomi remained in the apartment, trying to find something to occupy her time. When nothing caught her eye, she decided to see what Walker was up to. Last she recalled, he was in the nursery. So, rising slowly from the chair, she headed through the small apartment and found the room soon enough. Sure enough, he was inside with parts scattered around. She tapped three times on the door to get his attention.]

Need any help?

[stillveryalive]

[He shifts his attention to her, the knuckle of his right index finger between his teeth to try and alieviate the the pain of the scrape he'd given himself moments before.]

A translator couldn't hurt.

Aoi Asahina | Dangan Ronpa

[justkeptswimming]

Naoto Shirogane ⊗ Persona 4 ⊗ OTA

[pishirogane]

Parenting, 3-ish

[topgun_textiles]

"Ssh-ssh, it's me, it's okay...!" Kanji's heart sank again. He knew what that big frown and eyebrow-furrowing meant.

When he heard little Yuka whimpering, he did his best, offering a soothing voice and seeing if maybe it was time to eat or to change her. But when she started to cry, he turned frantic and tried pacing the hallways with her, going through every bit of advice his mother had given him.

Yet nothing worked. Naoto always calmed the baby, and soon she was settled down in the crib for another nap.

Kanji all but collapsed on the couch and lay his head back, expression absolutely crestfallen.

"She hates me."

[pishirogane]

Kanji was doing his best; he really was. Still, Yuka was in the early months. It was just like Minoru after she had him - even if Naoto needed a momentary break to recollect herself, Mrs. Tatsumi had to bring the infant boy to her so he would settle down. He didn't understand being separated from his mother just yet and wouldn't for some time.

She felt terrible when Yuka almost immediately stopped sobbing in her arms and wasn't at all troubled being put down for a nap by her. She was all cried out and sleeping quietly, her little mobile spinning and playing a soft lullaby overhead.

The detective closed the door quietly and walked back into the living room to find Kanji on the couch, and Minoru playing with his toys on the floor. Walking around the toys, she joined Kanji on the couch and patted his arm. "She doesn't hate you, Kanji..."

[topgun_textiles]

He shut his eyes and wanted to believe her, but couldn't help the thoughts of how much he treated his mom like shit and all those people he overheard at school talking about how lame their parents were. He knew most of them were talking shit, but now he wasn't so sure anymore.

After months of the looks his own daughter would give him, the talks with his PTSD therapist after the war had turned to how he could be a better dad for his own kids. He did his best and played Featherman, spent time with his son who was now making quiet racecar noises as he pushed the little toy car through the living room. But maybe... maybe some kids just clicked better with one parent than the other.

"I dunno, Naoto. Maybe she's scared of me. All these extra scars I got must freak her out..." His jaw visibly tightened. The scar he'd had through junior high and high school was one thing, but these new marks were from his time spent in that place. He'd look in the mirror and constantly be reminded of it, and he still had the nightmares.

"Everything Ma's suggested ain't cuttin' it, neither. I ain't gonna give up on my own kid! But... I wish she'd gimme a chance."

Loren Fangor | Animorphs

[nobodysdamsel]

ibuki mioda | super dangan ronpa 2

[tonedead]

mukuro ikusaba | dangan ronpa

[shslpawn]

[the second worst person to ever have a child with (the first is her twin sister)]

Cecil Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale

[nvcr]

[He's here for all your weird uncle needs, or if your name is Carlos, perhaps tending to a little bundle of joy of their own.]