Incubation Sickness

The video quickly fades in to show Skittish rubbing her eyes groggily as she stands up from her bed. Her belly looks really swollen as she stretches and groans. When she finishes stretching she brings her hands to her belly and gently rubs herself while letting out a happy coo. A big—dopey—smile plasters her face as she looks towards the camera.

“Morning everypony, I hope you all had a good night. We certainly did.” She says as she walks over to the camera and picks it up, attaching it to her gimbal. “After a couple of sleepless nights, we finally got a full night’s sleep and it’s the most wonderful feeling.”

There’s a faint, but decisively noticeable glow to her eyes as she walks to the bathroom to clean up a little before breakfast. Even with the camera pointed away from the shower, her happy humming and cooing is perfectly audible. Eventually she even starts to sing a little lullaby as she finishes up getting cleaned up. When the camera moves again she’s dressed in a simple but beautiful maternity dress that she picked up the day before. She gives a little twirl before fixing up her hair and heading out to the kitchen.

“I’ve been having to eat so much more to keep up with the little one’s demands.” Skittish says as she sets the camera on the counter and takes out a pot. “And the usual things just aren’t cutting it.”

She fills the pot with water and sets the stove to high to get it boiling as she pulls out a bag of oats. She snags a salt shaker from the counter as she passes and adds a little to the water on her way to her fridge. From the fridge she retrieves milk, two apples, celery, carrots, kale, an orange, a banana, fresh peppermint and yogurt. The ingredients float along with her to the counter where she pulls out a blender.

“I’m hoping a good smoothie and oatmeal will stay in my stomach.” Skittish says as she starts chopping up the apple. “Alkaline foods are supposed to be good for dealing with morning sickness.”

She slowly chops up the apples, celery, carrots, kale and banana, putting each of them into the blender when she’s done. At that point the water is boiling, and she has to pause to go add the oats to the water, slowly stirring them in as she hums a happy tune.

“Mmm~ This oatmeal will be so satisfying. I’ve been wanting something hearty to keep my little bundle of joy happy.” Her speech is a little slow as she talks about her bundle of joy, the glow in her eyes becoming a little more pronounced as she lowers the heat and lets the oats cook.

When she returns to the smoothie she’s working on she goes even slower, rubbing her belly and happily sighing every couple minutes. Eventually she finishes peeling both the banana and the orange and adds them to the blender. She tops it off with the yogurt and the mint leaves before starting the blender. The mix of fruits and veggies slowly turns into a somewhat thick smoothie that looks absolutely delicious, and becomes more so when she turns off the blender for a moment to add some honey to it.

With her smoothie ready she turns her attention to the stove where she stirs the oatmeal gently, checking to make sure that it’s reached the right consistency. Once she’s sure that it’s ready she dishes up a big bowl of the oatmeal, adding milk, brown sugar and raisins, mixing them in to make a wonderful smelling breakfast. She takes a quick bite to make sure she has enough sugar and milk in it, humming happily in delight at the sweetness that she tastes.

“This is perfect! And it’s perfect for the little one.” Skittish says as she grabs a glass with her magic, carrying it, the oatmeal and the blender’s pitcher with her out to her patio. “And it’s another perfect day to sit outside.”

“I love sitting out here.” Skittish says between bites of her oatmeal. “It’s so peaceful and calm. The perfect kind of environment for my little bundle of joy.”

Skittish pauses in eating her oatmeal to pour herself a glass of her smoothie and take a big sip. “Wow, this is even better than I thought. Must be just what you want huh?”

She rubs her belly with a loving coo, she hums a happy tune pausing here and there to work on her oatmeal and her smoothie. Her humming eventually becomes full on singing, perhaps not the best, but it’s a very primal and love filled song. She pauses between verses to eat more oatmeal or drink her smoothie. Occasionally somepony passing by will hear her singing and join in, the harmony magic giving them a little connection that makes the glow in her eyes grow brighter.

Her slow meal comes to an end after a good while. Her bowl of oatmeal is completely empty, and the blender’s pitcher is as emptied as you can get it without using a spatula to scoop it out. Skittish rests there with her head propped up with one hand while the other rubs her belly. Her eyes are unfocused as she stares off into oblivion, humming a gentle tune. The wind eventually picks up enough to make her shiver a little.

Skittish heads back inside, spending some time cleaning up the kitchen. Her motions are slow and dopey, and the smile plastered on her face is kind of loopy too. Eventually she finishes cleaning up and makes her way to her bedroom to take a nap where the video fades to black. A few seconds later the video fades back in with her slowly getting up from the bed and stretching with a big yawn.

“I really needed that.” Skittish says as she grabs the camera and makes her way to the bathroom.

As she reaches for her brush her whole body shakes a little and she groans, putting a hand to her mouth. She stands there for a minute holding herself still waiting to see if her body is going to try and throw up. Eventually she pulls her hand away from her mouth and sighs, “Wheh, got lucky with that one.”

She turns and takes a single step before her body violently shakes again and this time she can’t stop it. She wobbles a little as she plasters the back wall of her bathtub with glowing muck. The next burst is much larger, containing a lot of glowing chunks mixed in amongst the vile mixture of her breakfast and bile, which splatters into the tub as she bends over and grips the edge. A third putrid volley of vomit is quick to join the first two, its contents glowing far brighter than the rest and resembling changeling pazara, the goop that changelings use for making things.

Another wave of the putrid pazara quickly joins the rest of the muck as she collapses to her knees, her head hanging over the edge of the tub. She gasps and pants for a couple of moments before depositing a final—very watery—wave of vomit into the mess. Her whole body shakes as she spits as much as she can to get the taste out of her mouth. When she finally stops she just stays there, kneeling with her head over the edge of the tub for a couple of minutes as she recovers.

“Uhg, guess that smoothie might have been a bit too much, huh, sweetie?” She eventually says as she stands back up, her hand rubbing her belly. “You sure do take a lot out of me, but you’re worth it.”

Her eyes glow a little brighter as she stumbles a little while walking over to the sink. Turning on the tap she rinses her mouth out and has a little sip of water before turning it off and moving back to the tub. With practiced motion she turns on the tub and begins washing the vomit down the drain. It takes her a bit to clean it all out but by the time she’s done her tub is spick and span. She slowly turns off the water and makes her way out to the kitchen where she grabs a carton of apple juice and makes her way to the couch.

“Foals are exhausting.” She says flopping gently down on the couch and sipping from the carton of juice. “But that’s okay, I love you all the same.”

She rubs her belly gently as she sips the juice, relaxing and resting after the stress of her morning sickness. The sun shines in through her windows bathing her in a warm light that makes her practically glow. As she looks out the window she smiles, “It’s these moments that really make this worth all the suffering and sickness. Being here with you, peacefully resting and being happy.”

The video slowly fades to black as she sets down the carton of juice and lays back slowly falling asleep.