Sunday, July 8th ~*~ Late Afternoon
Daphne sighed irritably and squirmed some more, trying to find a comfortable position. Laying on the couch should not have been this difficult!
Dobby popped up out of no where and wordlessly offered her another pillow, most likely the same one she'd pulled out from behind her back and thrown across the room in a fit of frustration less than an hour ago. She'd noticed it had disappeared at some point. For a moment, the urge to growl that she was fine and didn't need coddling was there, but Daphne bit it back and took a deep breath before gratefully reached for the offered item.
"Thank you, Dobby." The elf had looked pleased, and Daphne had realized she'd been short with him on and off for most of the week when he only seemed to want to help. True, sometimes his "help" resulted in Daphne wanting to rip her hair out or needed to change out of unexpectedly sodden clothing, but he was trying. "For everything."
Once the beaming elf had scampered out of the room, intent on getting ready for his evening out with his... whatever Winky was, Daphne finished arranging her nest of pillows. She made sure to tuck the new one behind the small of her back, which helped tremendously.
"Another four and a half months of this. You're not making this easy on me, are you?" she whispered, looking down at her tummy. "I'm pretty sure you've been cuddling up to my bladder at night, that's not a teddy bear. No more squeezing."
Four and a half months seemed like an eternity, yet it wasn't nearly enough time for her to feel like they would be ready. "It only gets more complicated after that."
Her frown turned to a smile as she thought of what junior might be like years from now. If he or she took after Harry, they were going to have to be on their toes all the time.
She shook her head, pushing the pleasant daydream away for now, and turned to the handful of brochures she'd been looking at. Her doctor had mentioned that many expectant mothers - and eager fathers-to-be - took classes to help them understand what to expect during the coming months and delivery. She'd discuss it with Harry, and they could pick one of the classes together.
Daphne considered trying to arrange a private class at Glen Hollow, but realized that the rest of the world outside of their circle of friends was going to figure out there was a new Potter on the way before too much longer. "Might as well get it over with and let people adjust before you make your appearance, kiddo."