Incubation Sickness

A happy and familiar jingle plays as the video fades in; Skittish is standing in the kitchen preparing a snack, humming happily to herself. Her eyes have a slight glow to them as she works, one hand gently rubbing her belly every now and again. “Hey everypony, I hope your day has been as good as ours.”

Skittish turns to look at the camera and gives a big smile, far more genuine than the ones she gave earlier in the week. “The little one’s been really hungry, even though it’s hard to keep food down.”

She finishes cutting up the apples she’s working on and begins to cut up some cheese into cubes. Once she has both of them ready she sets them on a plate with a couple of crackers and some nuts. She cleans up and then carries the snack plate and the camera out to the living room.

“No matter how much trouble they’ve given me, I wouldn’t give this up for the world.” Skittish says as she lays down on the couch, stretching out a bit before taking a bite out of a slice of apple.

She lazes there on the couch, rubbing her belly and slowly munching on the pieces of apple. She hums a happy tune with a really dopey smile. She grabs a magazine from a small table next to the couch, the Canterlot Mother’s Fashion Magazine, which she cracks open and begins to read as she works on eating the snack plate. She flips through the magazine a bit, before she shows off a page with a rather nice maternity dress on it.

“I bet I would look dashing in this dress, I almost want to buy it but it’s way too expensive.” Skittish says as she flips the page. “But the wonderful little set of foals clothes that look just like it would be perfect for my little bundle of joy.”

She continues to eat her snack and flip through the magazine, she shows off a couple of different foal’s outfits before eventually setting down the magazine and carrying her plate to the kitchen. She hums a tune as she cleans up the kitchen from her snack, her hands doing most of the work with her magic moving the plate and cutting board around as she finishes cleaning up.

“I think a walk might do us some good, get a little sunshine and fresh air.”Skittish says as she walks out of the kitchen and to her bedroom.

As she’s getting ready for her walk her stomach gurgles audibly and she wobbles a little. She tries to shake it off, grabbing her coat and tossing it on, but the gurgling continues as she heads towards the door. She makes it about half-way there before her hand shoots up to her mouth and she makes a mad dash towards her bathroom. Despite her mad dash towards the bathroom she can’t contain it and ends up spewing her snack all over the floor in front of her.

The first wave is full of bits of her snack, the chunks of apple are the most visible among the glowing green muck. Another wave splatters the floor bringing more of the glowing muck and chunks of the usual glowing mess that she spews. She wobbles a bit as a third wave joins the mess, a bit watery and slushy but no less glowy. After a fourth little blast, Skittish dry heaves for a bit, struggling to stay standing, and managing to do so thanks to her firm grip on the wall.

When her heaving finally subsides she takes a few deep breaths and walks back to the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water to wash out her mouth. She does a few rinses before she grabs a clean glass and begins downing a good amount of water. Three large glasses of water later and she stumbles her way back over to her couch, gently flopping down on it and taking a few deep breaths. Those deep breaths quickly turn into very slow and deep breaths as she passes out, the video fades to black shortly after.

The video fades back in shortly, though by the sunlight it’s clearly several hours later. Skittish slowly stirs and sits up, putting a hand to her head as she groans. She looks around and quickly grabs the camera. “Sorry about that everypony, I didn’t mean to pass out after that, it was just kind of exhausting.”

Skittish stands up and stretches a bit before walking over to her supply closet from which she retrieves her steamer, getting it filled up and ready as she talks.

“Growing a kid is really taxing, so much more than a lot of ponies think. Even first time mothers aren’t prepared for how exhausting it is. Especially when the insomnia hits.” Skittish drags the steam cleaner over to the mess and gets to work as she continues to talk.

“But, even with all that it’s so worth it to see the little bundle of joy you’ve brought into the world. There is nothing like it, holding something that is so much of you, yet also so different.” It takes Skittish a bit to fully clean up the mess, including the parts of the wall that got splattered from the projectile nature of her morning sickness. “In the end it’s always worth it, and holding them in your arms… there’s nothing like it. A connection that can’t be described.”

“I… think I’m going to call it a day here.” Skittish says as she drags the steam cleaner back to the closet. “I wasn’t kidding about that insomnia, it’s been hitting me really hard.”

Skittish waves to the camera as she sets it down on the small table next to the couch, which she lays down on and wraps herself in a warm blanket. With a bit of magic she turns on the radio she has in the corner and turns off the camera.