List item nr 1: The prime direktiv of vacation, part 1 dealing with misery

You don't get any sleep on the plane. About twenty minutes after you have gotten back to the seat little baby John start fuzzing inside your belly again. You try your best to calm him down again but to no avail. Not until the plane touches down in the morning does he let up and finally goes to sleep. At this point you are exhausted, your legs feel swollen and you have a pronounced headache. This is not helped by the fact that Alex has been able to sleep a few hours and is in a annoyingly great mood. In his excitement of being on vacation he rushes you of the plane as quickly as he can. Making you push against the frenzy of the other passengers. Only for you two to end upp standing at the carousel waiting for your bags for nearly an hour. The morning light hurts your tiered eyes as it shines in trough the airports windows. Meanwhile Alex is blabbering on about everything he sees. Bombarding you with 'interesting observations' oblivious to the fact that you clearly aren't in the mood. At the very least your idiot is able to figure out that his pregnant wife shouldn't be carrying any bags.

You are **** to squint as you exit the airport. The strong light makes your headache even worse. Alex filled with excitement gets you a cab. You can only sigh as you are **** to awkwardly climb into the cramped back seat. Your large belly proving an annoying hindrance. Off course the cab driver is playing bad modern pop musik on the stereo. He and Alex seem to get on very well as soon as Alex gets his seatbelt on as he trades your life story (heavily edited fortunately, Alex might be an idiot but not that big an idiot) in exchange for every bit of interesting fact about the island. Your headache only gets worse and you unhappily add feeling nauseous to your list of things that make your existence miserable. "I can't wait to hit the waves." Alex declares as the sea finally comes into view. You suppress the urge to strangle him.

Finally you arrive at your hotel and you set to the arduous task of climbing out of the cab. Something that even with a helping hand from Alex is somehow harder than getting in. You waddle after your husband as he sprints inside. A group of women about your own age wearing only bikinis run past you. Their flat bellies a stark contrast to your pregnant dome. You have only made your way halfway across the lobby before he is back at you, declaring that he has checked in and start leading you into an elevator. You contemplate punching him in the face as he continues to talk about the hotels breakfast alternatives. You exit into a corridor and finally you are at your room.

Had you not been miserable you might have been pleased at something with it. Maybe the really big bed you and Alex would be sharing with clean high quality sheets. Maybe the large entertainment system with impressive soundsystem and picture quality, maybe the view that overlooks the glittering blue sea. Maybe the complimentary basket sitting on the table, or the comfy sofa armchairs combinations. Maybe anything that Alex points out being excited about. "I am going to the bathroom." You mumble and hurry away.

You sitt down on the toilet and cradle your heavy head in your hands. Finally you get some respite in reveling your overfilled bladder and finally having some quiet. Having finished you **** your way out again. Alex is standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing and staring out into the ocean. You waddle over to you bags. "What do you wanna do first?" He asks.

"Thought you wanted to go to the beach." You snarl out at him before you start angrily opening your carefully packed bags. tearing out the their contents to get your swimwear.

"Are you alright?" He asks carefully. He actually asked you that, HE ACTUALLY FUCKING ASKED YOU THAT.

"I am fine." You respond. Your voice doesn't hide your bitter anger in the slightest. You grabb his bathingshorts and turn around and hurl them as hard as you can at him. He looks at you confused as he catches them, you ignore him and turn back to the bags.

"Amy whats wrong?" He pleads.

"Nothing, everything is fine. We are going to the beach where you can go surf and impress some pretty young tanned girls in bikinis." You laugh without humour.

"What?" He asks still oblivious to everything that is wrong. "If you don't want to go to the beach we don't have to." He says.

"Oh really, since when has what i wanted mattered?" You ask angrily.

"That's it, tell me why you are so fucking upset now!" He yells at you.

"You want to know whats wrong Alex?! I am tiered, i haven't slept all night, i have a headache that is tearing my head apart, my feet hurt, my back hurt, i am to hot, i am nauseous, I HAVE A HUSBAND THAT HAVE FORGOTEN HOW TO CLOSE HIS MOUTH AND, oufh!" Your yelling stops as your baby kicks you hard. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" You howl in misery as you clutch your belly.

In rage you grab the bags and swipe them of the table. You are boiling with anger fueled by flames of misery. You are actually shaking from how upset you are. Everything is just awful. Your eyes tear up and you sniffle. This was going to be your vacation, where you and Alex would fulfill your honeymoon fantasy. A clump of guilt settles in your belly. What are you doing? "I am sorry." You say fighting back tears. "I am sorry i am ruining our vacation." Unable to hold them back.

You feel his arms envelope you as he pulls you into his embrace. He softly kiss the top of your head as you start crying into his chest. "I am sorry Alex." You weep. "I am sorry that i am just a miserable fat ugly cow." You cry. He hugs you tighter.

"You are not fat Amy." He whispers softly.

"Yes i am, i could barely get out of the cab due to being so fat!" You cry.

"You are not fat. You're pregnant. And you are not ugly, you are the most beautiful woman in the world." He whispers. "And you haven't ruined our vacation. If anything i have for being insensitive." He continues. You just weep into his chest.

You stay like that hugging as you cry yourself out. When finally you just sniffle into his warm chest he pulls away slightly. Meting your gaze he wipes away your tears. "Come on." He says softly before leading you to the bed. It's really soft and comfortable. You cuddle up next to one another and he wraps his arms around you again. Your nose tingles with his wonderful masculine scent. The cool breeze from the ocean liks at your skin, creating a comfortable contrast between it's cooling fans and the warmth of your bodies pressed together. Your headache lessens. Your back and feet stop hurting.

"Do you remember the first item on our list Amy? The thing we dubbed our prime directive for this trip?" He asks you, leading you along. Of course you remember. "We are going to have a great vacation. That's what we decided. Above everything else that's what we are going to do. So from now on i am going to do everything i can to make you, my beautiful, wonderful, sexy, pregnant wife happy."

"You already are." You mumble drowsily as he gently rubs your shoulder.

You wake up what you figure is hours later needing to go pee again. You try to carefully untangle yourself from Alex's sleeping embrace. You fail to not wake him up however and he hugs you closer, his strong arms keeping you in your embrace. Before your transformation you might have been able to **** your way out, but as a girl you are simply not strong enough. "I need to pee." You mumble with a hint of victimhood in your voice. Alex's arms immediately softens, letting you go easily. He knows very well that your swollen womb leave little room for your bladder now a days.

Finishing after having finished your business you feel a soft flutter inside your belly. A clump of guilt suddenly reapers inside you. Gently you caress your belly. "I am sorry." You apologies to it. It doesn't help however as you start feeling miserable again.

Trying to ease your misery somewhat you leave your tight jeans on the bathroom floor. Wearing only a top and panties you return to your husband. He is back at the gift basket, smiling happily with a half eaten pear in his hands. "Hungry?" He asks turning towards you. You don't have any appetite, instead you make your way back to the bed and lay down again.

He brings the gift basket over and sitt down on the bed. "Or maybe you would like a footrub." He offers. You ignore him. He sighs and rubs your shoulder.

"I can't be a mom." You mumble, ending with a sad sniff.

"What?" Alex asks softly, sounding horrified.

Your eyes tear upp again. "If i can't deal with him keeping me upp all night then how am i supposed to be a mom." You weep.

"Amy." he says softly.

"How can i get mad because of him? He is just a baby. What kind of mother starts screaming because of her baby?" You cry.

He lays down next to you and hugs you tightly again. "You didn't yell at him did you?" He asks.

"No" you squeal.

"No you didn't. You yelled at me because i was being insensitive to your needs. There is nothing wrong with that."

"But i was upset with him for kicking all night. How could i deal with him if he cries all night? I couldn't even get him to sleep inside me." You cry.

Alex pulls away slightly and looks you in the eyes. His face is serious as he wipes away your tears. "But you didn't scream at him all night did you? You did the best you could and endured it without a peep." He says firmly. You sniffle in respons. "After everything you have sacrificed, and everything you have been willing to sacrifice to have him. Every time i see you in any kind of discomfort due to him you smile a little. You smile Amy. Because you love him. Because after you had decided that you wanted to have him you where willing to break with your family, you where willing to throw your entire life away for him. And the thought of not having him those first 48 hours as a girl scared you. Do you remember how relieved you where when you didn't turn back Amy? Because you knew then that you where going to have your baby." His voice is firm. You feel a little embarrassed.

He continues explaining in the same firm voice."You are going to be a great mom Amy. Because i know you want it more than anything. Because you feel responsible towards our baby to the point that you get this upset because our unborn child might have experienced his mom yelling at dad. And when our baby finally is born Amy. Then you won't have to care for him alone because i will be there with you. So if he cries all night then we will take turns comforting him so that we both get some sleep." You have stopped crying. Alex's honest words hitting home where they belong. You sniffle and smile at him. He leans forward and kiss you in respons. A soft loving kiss. His hand resting comfortably on your pregnant belly.

Breaking the kiss he turns around and put the gift basket between below your pregnant belly, in easy reach between the two of you. "Now you need to eat something." He affirms. He then grabs a strawberry from one of the containers and puts it towards your mouth. You allow him to feed it to you, it's sweet flavor helps dispel the last of your depression. Instead become really hungry as your body realize that you haven't eaten in a good while, the two of you having missed the breakfast at the hotel. Alex continues feeding you the fruits and sweets from the gift basket. After a while you start doing the same to him. The mood between you improving substantially as you explore the baskets treasure.