Impulse: a driving or motivating force; an impetus.
I took two days off work when I started feeling like I was carrying around a watermelon. That’s about the time I would feel the baby kick. Suddenly for no reason, waves of momentum would start deep inside and move out as tiny impulse waves with an almost audible trill.
I spent my time productively. I researched aliens and past alien abductions so I knew what to expect. It would be a fairly normal pregnancy length and then birth to a dark eyed green skinned hairless child. They looked kind of disturbing in the image search.
I’m not sure what to think about all this. I’m supposed to be a serial romantic sim. Although I’ve had plenty of whims to do romantic things, there hasn’t been a strong desire to follow up on them. I’d been throwing most of my energy into my work. Will anyone want to date me when I have a child? I searched for baby names, Xenon, Einstein, Marie. Would I follow the Pigglewiggle tradition of naming the child after something or someone in my profession?
I spent a lot of time exercising, trying to stay in shape despite my shape being distinctly rotund now. We have a weight lifting machine in the house that I used when I felt up to it. Otherwise I went on walks or watered my tiny garden.
I was hungry almost as often as I needed to pee. I kept trying to eat healthier salads, but eating too little just meant I was back at the table for more before I knew it.
Nebula had asked me to do some tests while I was home, and we built a small laboratory on the roof so I could take the requested blood and DNA tests. I haven’t heard what the results were yet and I’m not sure she even knows what she’s looking for. The rocket, well, I felt we needed one. So on impulse I ordered it fromI know Nova has always wanted to go to space (her being a nerd brain and all that), and I’m curious now that I know there are aliens out there. And perhaps this child will be curious as well.
Finally the day of the birth came and I opted for a hospital birth. I wasn’t sure if the normal sim way of giving birth would work. So Nebula and I headed to the hospital where I checked in.
Nebula knew the doctor and they chatted while I lay on the operating table, two large claw-like arms on either side of the table.
And then it was over. And I stared down at this tiny child realizing that she looked nothing like the green slug I expected her to be. A beautiful happy baby. Penelope Heish-Pigglewiggle.