9 weeks later, marital issues.

It's late afternoon and you are furious. Your anger has been building over the last weeks and now it's reaching pinnacle. You've started college. Classes are fine and you have been getting trough most of the courses without issue. You have also been attending maternity classes for young expecting mothers a few times a week. You would've enjoyed these courses quite a bit if it wasn't for the fact that most of the other woman appear to be giant bimbo airheads that keep asking idiotic obvious questions. Making friends hasen't been easy. At school the fact that you are an expecting mother has made you kind of an outcast, the few people that have allowed any form of socialization you quickly realized you haven't anything in common with. It doesn't help that you really don't wanna go to much into your own past and the fact that for a few exceptions most of your interests are still the same that you had as a guy. Then there is the fact that a lot of college students seem to think that the only way to be social is to drink copious amounts of ****. Something you of course can't do. But these things should not even have to be any issues if it wasn't for your god damned home life.

The obvious cause for all those issues are of course your stupid, worthless husband. Oh where to begin? Well for starters you barely see his ass at all. He goes to school same as you but a completely different campus. Well that's fine except the wiped fuck is working for his dad's friend after school. Why? Well it's not for the money at least. The pay is barely enough to cover weekly groceries and gas money. Everything else you are paying for with the money you receive from Biofoze.
So you have a worthless husband that leaves early in the morning and don't show his face until late in the evening. The sorry arse doesn't even great you when he comes home, no "Hello" "How was your day" "You look beautiful" "I love you" "Wow the food tastes great even tough i am an ungrateful cunt that barely touch it". Oh no, mister daddy issues goes straight to bed when he gets home. Then the fuckwit spends the night tossing and turning, keeping you awake. "Oh but i have to work in order to get experience otherwise my daddy will get angry and i am to much of a bitch to stand up for myself".

Instinctively your hand moves to your belly. Feeling the bulge of your babybump calms you down a bit. You go into the bathroom to look at yourself. A few weeks ago you first noticed that your belly was getting bigger. This caused you a great deal of excitement, to actually see and feel your baby slowly growing inside you has been amazing. But has Alex cared? Well he seemed excited at first but now he doesn't show any interest. He probably lied about having suddenly developed a pregnancy fetish before just to... Well what? Spare your feelings? Maybe.

You sigh as you pull up your sweater looking at and feeling your stomach. According to your midwife you should start feeling it moving soon. Not that your idiot husband would care. The pervert hasn't even noticed that your breasts have gotten bigger. You pull off your shirt. Your round and shapely tits have grown a whole two cup sizes from C-cups to now being proper E-cups. Your doctor told you that they are growing at an greater rate than most but that there is no cause for worry. All woman's breast's grow a little differently during pregnancy, even though yours seem to have grown the same amount some woman's grow for their entire pregnancy. You haven't started producing any milk yet but your areolas have grown a bit making your sensitive nipples larger. Well you think you've got great tits even if stupid Alex doesn't.

You sigh again and take up your camera. When you first noticed your belly growing you took a picture. Well two pictures. You wanted to see how much progress you've made. You figured every time you felt like your pregnancy had progressed you would take a picture. This developed to two pictures each day due to your excitement about your pregnancy. So why two pictures. Well You kinda wanted to see how your body developed and changed as your body progressed. Both for yourself and to show others. However pictures showing all your changes would not be 'safe for work'. As such you take two pictures. One with your breasts covered and one with them on display. Problem solved. You strike your pose take the picture, you are satisfied. You strike your other pose and take the next picture. You sigh again as you flip trough the pictures of your camera. Each one shows your belly getting slightly bigger and your face being less happy.