Natalie Goes to the Gym

I woke up on Christmas morning. I felt my nice wet thick nappy. I just laid here hoping to keep sleeping. Then I climbed out of my cot and got on my computer. I checked my emails and checked the forums. I also checked out my Wordpress for comments or any new blog posts by any bloggers I was following.
Then Daddy got up and he saw I was up. He said "Merry Christmas."
"Happy holidays," I said being politically correct.
"You don't need to say that, we don't celebrate other holidays," he said.
"I was kidding," I said.
I thought of the Happy Holidays song in my head I kept hearing on the radio by Andy Williams.
"You need changed?" Daddy asked.
"Why don't you check me?" I said.
Daddy felt my nappy and said "You're really wet. Let's get you changed baby girl."
Daddy took my computer and brought me to his bed. He put the changing mat on his bed and I laid down. Daddy got out a clean nappy and the wipes and he pulled down my pajamas.
"You're stinky," he said.
My stinky nappy felt so wonderful. I enjoyed the squishy feeling even though my nappy did smell. Daddy grabbed a few wipes from the pack and he undid my nappy and started to clean me up. He used the nappy to wipe the mess off and he used a wipe and wiped my pussy and then he lifted my legs in the air and wiped my butthole and buttocks. He took the nappy away and rolled it up and set it on the floor.
"I am turned on now," said Daddy. "I have to take care of that."
Daddy took out his penis and went inside me and he humped me. He stroked my hair.
It didn't take him long to do it and he pulled it out of me and he had to clean up the mess he made me do. He even had to take off his pajamas and put a new changing pad down. Daddy unfolded the clean nappy put it on me after he got done cleaning me up.
Daddy threw my nappy away and put the changing pads in the dirty pile. Then he got me dressed for the holiday. I got back on my computer while he got dressed.
I could hear Haley and Alexis being up and Daddy said "Sounds like the kids are already up. Let's head downstairs."
I left our bedroom and went downstairs.
I went in the living room and there were presents all over in front of the tree and fireplace. On the coffee table was a half glass of brandy and half eaten mince pies Steven, Christina, and I ate in the middle of the night while putting out Christmas presents. Alexis and Haley were looking at them. Haley saw her new bike and got happy. It had training wheels on it.
"Is this mine?" Haley asked.
"Does it have your name on it?" I asked.
Haley looked for her name. She saw the bow on it.
"Haley, look right there on the handlebar," said Daddy.
Haley looked and saw the tag. "It has my name," she said.
"Father Christmas got you that bike," said Daddy.
It was actually Haley's father that got her that bike. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to ruin Santa for her. Santa is like a religion, never tell anyone Santa isn't real or else parents might get very upset with you. They even get upset if your kid tells their kids Santa isn't real. When I was five, I had told my whole class Santa wasn't real and none of them would believe me so to prove it, I ripped the beard off Santa. Everyone had forgotten to tell me it is not something I tell other kids or else it will upset them and upset lot of parents so I got in trouble at school and had upset a lot of kids in my class. My mom had gotten some angry calls from parents and from my school principal and I remember she came to school and got me and brought me home. But luckily the kids eventually thought it was just a fake Santa that came and he was just working for Santa and he gives him the list what they want for Christmas. So that was why malls had all these Santas and how Santa could be at all these places at once. They were only working for him and he doesn't have just elves as his workers, he hired humans to play Santa so he could give him the list of what every kid wants for Christmas. That must have been a lie the parents told their kids.
Alexis was looking at her new present that wasn't wrapped. It was a gerbil in his gerbil cage with a spinning wheel and water and it was also sitting on the coffee table.
"Father Christmas got you that too?" Daddy asked.
"Those pets don't live long, only about two years," I said.
Then Christina came downstairs in her robe.
"Mummy, Father Christmas got me a hamster," said Alexis.
Christina's mouth opened, "So he did get you one. He feels you are responsible enough to have one now. I won't be taking care of it, you will. You will be feeding him and cleaning out his cage and giving it water."
Alexis opened the cage and took the Hamster out. "I think it's a girl Mum," said Alexis looking at it.
"I thought it was a he," said Christina. "Let me see it."
She took it from her and held it up and looked at it but the hamster wriggled and squirmed so she held it in her hand and laid it on its back. She rubbed its belly and looked at it. "I guess it is a girl. What are you going to name it?"
Alexis got her hamster out of her hands and put it back in its cage.
Christina went in the kitchen and got some coffee. Daddy got coffee too and I only had tea. In the UK not everyone drinks tea every morning, that is just a common stereotype.
"We should get Alex up," said Christina.
"We can wait," I said.
"No that wouldn't be fair to my kids, we should get him up while I get dressed," said Christina. "Come on girls, let's get your Christmas outfits on and then we'll open presents."
"Get him up while they get dressed," Daddy told me.
I went upstairs and so did Christina and her kids. I went in Alex's room. "Alex honey, it's Christmas," I said.
I walked over to him and pulled his blanket off. "It's Christmas, time to open presents."
He opened his eyes.
I got his Christmas clothes. Alex got out of bed but I stopped him before he left his bedroom.
"You have to get dressed first," I said.
I got his pajamas off and I put his shirt on and his trousers. I then put seamless socks on him. Then I took him to the bathroom and had him go potty. He did a long pee. I pulled his pull up back up and his trousers and I helped him wash his hands. Haley and Alexis ran down the stairs from their room. I heard Christina in the hallway and they went downstairs again.
"Go downstairs now," I told Alex.
I went in my bedroom and grabbed the mobile phone. I took it off the charger and brought it to the living room.
"Alex you gotta wait," said Daddy.
Alex was shaking one of the presents. Then he looked at Alexis's new pet. Alexis was looking at it too and then Christina told her to leave it in there when she was about to take it out again.
I started taking photos. I took them of Alex and Alexis together looking at the hamster and I took one of Haley sitting on her first bike. I took a photo of our Christmas tree with presents. Christina had her mobile phone and she also took photos and then she started to play a station on her phone which was Christmas music. She connected her phone to the speakers we had. The station was playing "Silver Bells" by Bing Crosby.
"Are we ready to open them?" Daddy asked.
"I'm ready," I said.
I sat down and Christina looked for a present to hand out. She handed one to Haley to open and she started to rip it open. Christina brought one to Alexis and then she handed one to Alex. Alexis tore the wrapping off while Alex started to open his slowly. He has always been slow at opening them. I always opened mine fast too and then I would put it aside and open another one. Kelly, Matthew, and I would go through ours so fast we would be done with opening presents like in ten minutes.
Daddy looked for Christina's present we got her and handed it to her. She opened it and liked what we got her.
"Natalia, you have some presents under there," said Daddy.
"I know," I said.
"Give her one of her presents," Daddy told Christina.
She looked at the presents and Daddy pointed to one of the bigger presents telling her that was mine right there. Christina picked it up and handed it to me but I told her to put on the couch next to me.
Alexis and Haley were opening theirs fast while Alex was slowly tearing away the wrapping. Daddy opened one of his presents and he opened up the box to look at the item he got.
"I wonder what your mum got you," Christina told me.
She put another one of my presents on the couch which came from Mum and Rosie all the way from Wisconsin.
I kept taking movies of everyone opening their presents while few more of my presents got stacked right next to me. I only had five of them so far. Three from Daddy, one from Christina and the other from Mum and Rosie.
"Natalia, I want to see you open yours," said Daddy.
“I'm taking movies," I said.
"I'll take it from you and I will take pictures of you opening them," said Daddy.
He took the phone from me and I grabbed the biggest present and opened it. It said Dell on it. I opened the box and pulled it out and the computer was super thin and it was the colored pink. I opened it and turned it on.
"Why did you get me a new computer?" I asked.
"You have had your other one for how long? Four years? Five years?" said Daddy.
"Four years," I said.
"Well I thought it was time and this is super light."
Daddy took movies of me while I set it up and it took me to Windows 10.
"Aren't you going to open your other ones?" Daddy asked.
"I will."
Daddy got in my face and said "Aren't you excited for Christmas, little girls love Christmas and can't even wait to open their presents."
"I'm an adult and look at my son, he is taking too long to even open his," I said.
Alex had torn open few of his gifts already and he was trying to open his gifts to play with them.
More Bing Crosby songs played. Christina must have selected a Christmas Classic music station with Bing Crosby only with other singers who sing with him.
"I see another one for Natalie," said Christina. "Oh it's from Alex."
"Wow he got me a gift," I said.
"Of course," said Daddy. "Why do you think he wouldn't?"
"Just by how he has been treating me," I said.
Ever since I had gotten pregnant, Alex had been acting up for me and being very difficult and then he was all of a sudden ignoring me. At least he isn't being violent. I would rather have a kid not pay any attention to me than being beaten every day or having my whole house torn up. But at least he was speaking to me again and the teachers at his school have been helping him cope with a new baby coming. I could feel him moving in there and kicking.
Alex grabbed my present for me and put it in front of me.
"He wants you to open it," said Daddy.
I set my computer on the coffee table and I opened the present and it was a thick box from Amazon. I opened it and there were a bunch of Shopkins.
"Oh these are so cute," I said.
I took each of them out and sit them on the coffee table. I am not sure how many sets I got but it also came with a playset for them too.
"What are those?" Christina asked.
"Shopkins," I said.
"But what do you do with them?"
"Look at them," I said. "They are so cute looking."
"But what do you do with them?"
"I just told you, you look at them."
"Oh you mean you just stare at them?"
"Yes," I said.
"Huh," she said. "Interesting."
I put each Shopkin in their little bag. I even stuck some in a shopping basket.
I took out the playset next and looked at it. I decided to put the shopkins inside of there.
"Huh," said Christina again. "I have never seen those."
I went back on my computer. I checked out what was on here and I got the internet all set up. I looked at the modem and put in the security password and got it connected. I got online and went to my normal websites.
"Natalie, I want you to open more," said Daddy.
Then he said quieter. "You can play with your toy later." He took my computer away.
I picked up Christina's present and I opened it. I saw she got me a box of candy and she had also gotten me some bubble bath and a bar of soap and it all had Hello Kitty.
"Open mine now," said Daddy handing me another present.
It was a tiny present and I opened it and it was a gift card holder. I opened it and I saw a twenty-five pound eshop card. I took it out and I found another card and I looked at it. It was a gym membership card.
"I signed you up for gym membership," said Daddy. "Now you can stay in shape and that will help with your pregnancy so you can work out more. We can even go together."
"Steven, here is another present for you," said Christina. "It's from Anita and Rosie."
"Oh," said Daddy.
He took it and opened it. "Oh it's a nice tea set they got me."
I saw the box and it had a picture of a tea pot and two tea cups. Daddy opened it and took it all out. "Ohhh," he said.
"I am surprised they even shipped that here," said Christina. "You should open yours Natalie and see what your Mum got you."
I opened my mum's present and it was a healthy diet and work out pregnancy book and I saw they had gotten me a couple other baby books. One about baby's first year and the other about baby proofing.
Christina saw them and said "Those will be very useful," she said.
I set them down and opened one last present from Daddy. He had gotten me a Shopkins activity pack and a Hello Kitty calendar and he had gotten me a Shopkins game. He had also gotten me a couple Shopkins surprise packs.
"Alex, this is from your Grandma," said Christina.
She gave it to Alex and he took it and started to slowly open it.
It was a squared present and I wondered what she and Rosie had gotten him. Alex took a while opening it and Alexis and Haley were all done opening theirs. They were now wanting to open their toys.
The whole room was covered in wrapping paper. Daddy got a trash bag and started to pick up all the paper. Christina helped out and then Daddy had me put my torn up wrapping paper in the trash bag. Bing Crosby music was still playing.
"Happy Holidays, Happy Holidays, while the merry bells keep ringing may your every wish come true."
I played around on my computer some more. I checked my Facebook and I saw I had a new message. I checked it and it was from Kelly. I read it and she told me she had given me some money as a gift through Paypal for my son and step son and she wished me a Merry Christmas. At least it wasn't Happy Holidays.
I didn't want to go all the way upstairs to get my notebook to look up my Paypal password so I held it off. I would also thank her later.
Alex got done opening his gift and it was a box of Legos.
My mum and Rosie didn't get Christina or her kids anything. None of them seemed to care that they didn't get anything from them.
We picked up the living room and kept our trash bags to throw away all the trash from our presents. I threw away the packing stuff from my computer. I kept the instructions and the Dell support paper.
Daddy went in the kitchen and he cooked some breakfast.
"Natalie, why don't you help Alex, put his set together," said Christina.
Alex had out all the Legos and he was lining them up.
Haley was playing with her new toy set she had gotten and Alexis was playing with her hamster again.
"Anyone want any pancakes?" Daddy asked.
I was too busy to even bother eating even though my tummy was rumbling.
"I know Natalia has to eat something because the baby has to eat," said Daddy. "I will get her a plate right now."
I felt my baby kicking again. I enjoyed the feeling. At least I knew it was still alive.
Daddy brought me my breakfast and it had fresh fruit with it.
I looked at the instructions for putting the Lego car together but Alex didn't want me helping him.
I sat back on the couch and ate my breakfast. Daddy gave Christina a plate and then he went back to the kitchen.
I finished my food and went back on my computer again.

Christmas music played a little longer and then it was turned off. Daddy turned on the TV to see what was one. Christina brought Alexis's hamster up to her room to get it out of the way. I brought my presents upstairs to my room and set them on Daddy's bed.
Daddy and Christina cooked for our Christmas meal. Lot of the food had already been cooked but we were now cooking the big ham and roast beef and turkey.
Dad and Robbie then arrived. They had presents for all of us. Dad had brought them in and he said "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy New Year, ho ho ho."
He handed out our presents and I started to open mine. It was another gift card holder. I opened it and it was a gift card for GAME. I saw he had put twenty pounds on it. Alex left his sitting on the table not even touching it because he was too busy playing with his new toys. Haley and Alexis had open theirs and liked them. Christina and Daddy open theirs and liked them. Dad also had two extra presents and he said they were from Brian and he had shipped them to his address and they were for Landon and Alex. He had gotten me nothing.
“I have a present for Landon, is he not here?” Dad asked.
He had his presents in his hands.
“It’s his time with his mother,” I said.
“He will be here next weekend for the New Year’s,” said Daddy.
Dad placed Landon’s present in the tree. I bet it was another gift card.
“I am surprised he isn’t here for the holiday.”
“He has his other family,” said Daddy.
Then we gave Dad and Robbie theirs. Robbie loved his new Lego set we had gotten him.
Dad opened mine and it was a none alcoholic beverage that was in a wine bottle. It said on it "15 years sober." Dad laughed. "Thanks Natalie." He looked at the drink and it was only sparking non-alcoholic cider. Then he opened Daddy's and it was more serious. Mine was only meant as a joke.
"Thanks Steven," said Dad.
Robbie played with the kids while I played on my computer. I looked in the store on my windows and downloaded Sonic Dash. I played it. I found it addicting. I collected rings and killed enemies as I ran and it was a never ending game. I didn’t know how to even play this game or what I was even doing.
I saw Dad was drinking out of a wine glass.
“Are you drinking what I got you?” I asked.
“Yes, thank you,” he said.
He also worked in the kitchen with Christina and Daddy.
Then I heard my name being called and I got irritated. I hate being interrupted.
“Natalie, we need you to set the table,” said Dad.
“Hold on, let me die first,” I said.
I kept playing until I accidentally ran into an obstacle. I got out of the game and put my computer down. I went in the dining room and Christina pointed to her nice dishes she had in the dish cabinet in the dining room by the table. “Right there Natalie, take out the plates and set them on the table.”
I took out the nice plates and put them on the table. Then I went back to my computer and Christina told me “Natalie we need eight plates. You only put six.”
I got up and put two extra plates on the table in random spots.
“I need these glasses out and the silverware right here,” Christina pointed.
I put enough glasses on the table and I took out the silverware she had in the drawer and I set each knife, spoon, and fork by each plate.
Daddy was cutting up the ham.
Dad was getting out the roast beef.
“I also need your help with the food,” said Christina.
She had me make a nice fruit salad for Christmas lunch/dinner. She had me cut up a few apples and oranges and bananas and guava. I had to stir it all in a mixing bowl. Christina was mashing up the potatoes and she put it in a serving bowl. Then she opened a can of gravy and heated that up.
For the rest of the time I was made to help in the kitchen with the other adults, I was told what to do. I was also getting hungry because I only had two pancakes and fruit this morning. I even needed a nappy change but I held off.
“Natalie, did you poop, go change your nappy,” said Dad. “That is so gross we don’t want to smell it.”
“Steven and Christina haven’t said anything yet,” I said.
“Just because they haven’t yet doesn’t mean they want to smell it,” said Dad. “So please go change.”
“Steven,” I said.
“Yeah Hun,” he said.
“I pooped myself,” I said.
“Oooo,” he said.
“We’ll be right back you two,” he told Dad and Christina.
I left the kitchen but I overheard Dad and Daddy talking.
“Stay here, we need you,” said Dad.
I heard Daddy talking next and then Dad said “She can do it” and there was more talking between them.
“I don’t do that to her,” said Daddy.
Daddy then took me upstairs. Robbie and Alexis were playing on my WiiU and Alex was nowhere to be seen so I knew he was in his room away from all the noise.
Daddy put a disposable under pad on his bed and I laid on it. He got out a new nappy and he pulled down my trousers. He opened my nappy and he lifted my legs in the air and he used my nappy to wipe it all off. Then he grabbed a wipe and started cleaning me up. I moaned and sighed from the feeling of the wipe on my skin. He wiped around my buttock and in my butthole and over my asshole. He used several wipes. He even wiped my vulva. Then he took the nappy away and unfolded the clean nappy and lifted my legs again and placed the nappy under me.
“Daddy, what were you and my dad talking about before you took me up here?” I asked.
“Oh about you needing a clean nappy.”
“What did he say about it?”
“He thought you should do it yourself because I was help making Christmas dinner so I told him I don’t make you change your messy nappies.”
“What did he say next?”
“Nothing. Too bad I can’t have sex with you, I am so turned on.”
He finished putting the nappy on me and then he picked up my trousers and handed them to me.
“I want you to put them on Daddy,” I said.
“Okay.”
He put them on me and I stood up and he pulled them up. Then he took my nappy to the bathroom and threw it away and washed his hands. I went back downstairs and went back to helping.
“Okay, I’m back,” I said.
“Okay, I need you to put the plate of turkey on the dining room table,” Christina told me glancing over at the kitchen table. I saw the tray of the cooked turkey with other food around it. I picked it up and put it on the dining room table.
Daddy came down and he went back to working on the food.
Christina told me to put other foods on the table but told me to leave the desserts. I also had to stick some Christmas food on the buffet because the table was too small to fit it all. It was a lot of food we had made I was going to gain a few pounds.

Soon, everything was ready and we also had drinks out for everyone to have. We had nonalcoholic and alcoholic beverages.
Dad said to the kids in the living room, “Okay kids, time to eat.”
Robbie and Alexis were still playing on my WiiU.
I sat down in my spot.
“Natalie, go get your son,” said Dad.
I had to get out of my chair again. I went upstairs to his room and told him food was ready. He was in his room playing with his new Legos. I also realized I never took him to the toilet because I was so busy with my new present and then I was too busy with dinner.
“But first we need to get you to the toilet,” I said.
I was starving and my tummy was grumbling.
“Alex, mummy is hungry and she really wants to eat so I need to you go to the toilet now and then wash your hands and come downstairs to eat.”
Alex started to clean up his mess.
“You can clean it up later,” I said.
He still started to pick up.
I went back downstairs.
“He is taking so long and I am starving,” I said to everyone.
“Hold on,” said Dad.
He left the dining room and told me to come with him. I followed him upstairs to his room.
“Alex, we are going to eat now,” said Dad.
“He has to go to the toilet too,” I said.
Dad helped me with Alex. My tummy kept grumbling for food. Alex went potty and we helped him get his trousers up and he washed his hands. Then he went downstairs and he sat next to me at the table while Dad sat on the other side. Daddy sat right by me. I put food on my plate. I put roast beef, mashed potatoes, dumplings, fruit salad, kheer, pigs in blanket, and stuffing. I scooped small amounts each so I could enjoy all this food. I also poured myself a drink. Dad had to ask what beverages had alcohol because he couldn’t have a sip.
“Glen, we’re Brits, drinking is part of our British custom, this isn’t America,” said Daddy.
“I know but I don’t want to become a drinker again,” said Dad.
“This isn’t America,” said Christina.
“I know but I am afraid it will ruin me again, you have seen what it does to our family,” said Dad.
“In America if you do any casual or regular drinking, you’re an alcoholic,” I said.
“I crashed my car remember?” Dad asked.
“Yeah because Mum took it from you,” I said.
“Different cultures,” said Daddy. “Sometimes they don’t go well together.”
“Yeah my ex-wife thought I drank way too much and it was what I used to relax and sooth myself from a hard day at work and to deal with the stress of my married life you know but in America that isn’t cool,” said Dad.
“Now you can have a sip again now that you are back in Great Britain,” said Christina.
“Mum can’t kill you,” I said.
“I don’t know, I am raising a son and I don’t want to go back again,” said Dad.
“You don’t have Mum,” I said. “C’mon be an Evans,” I handed him a drink I had poured with alcohol in it.
“Evans Evans,” Christina chanted.
“Evans Evans,” said Alexis and Haley.
“Evan Evan,” said Alex.
“Evans Evans,” said Daddy.
“Evans Evans,” I joined in.
“Evans Evans,” Robbie also joined in.
We were all chanting “Evans” at Dad while he was staring at the glass.
Then the kids started to pound on the table. Christina did too and Daddy and so did I.
Dad brought the glass closer to his mouth.
“Evans Evans Evans.”
Dad stuck his tongue in the glass and it touched the drink.
Christina cheered.
“Take a little sip,” said Daddy.
“I don’t think this is right, what if I regret it?” Dad asked. “I might be drinking at the pub every night.”
“So, this is Great Britain,” said Christina.
“Yeah it’s normal here,” I said.
“You were only an alcoholic in America,” said Daddy.
“Yeah but it made me have a bad temper sometimes and if I had too much to drink. I would say stupid things,” said Dad. “Even my uncle drowned in the bath tub.”
For years we have always teased Dad for being sober and a non-drinker. While everyone in his family would have a drink, he would have none and he was always making sure none of the food he was having was dipped in alcohol. Now it was time to break him.
“Oh whatever,” said Dad.
He took the cup to his mouth and had a tiny sip.
Daddy, Christina, and me all cheered.
“Okay, I am done now,” he set the glass down.
“Hey you didn’t turn into an alcoholic again,” I said.
“If I turn into a drinker again, it’s all your fault,” Dad said to all of us.
We went back to eating. Dad just asked for a non-alcoholic drink. Alex was taking sips with his drink.
“Now I might have to get him a present saying “Not sober for certain amount of years,” if he goes back to drinking again,” I said.
Daddy then got up and he turned on the TV to the queen giving the royal message. I never cared for that. No one in our family ever listens to it but yet they still have it on. Every year it’s been on and no one ever sits and listens to it. I don’t understand why we have it on if we don’t intend to listen to it.
“God Save the Queen” played as it began. Then I saw Queen Elizabeth II on screen. She started her speech.
I kept on eating and I had my drink. Dad did not have another sip of alcohol.
Soon the Christmas Royal message ended and kids came in the room and sang a song as the message ended.
I felt stuffed and I was done eating. I was too full to even have dessert. We had Christmas pudding out and Christmas cake, trifle, and yule log.
I left the table and got back on my computer.
Robbie got out of his chair and picked up the Christmas crackers he and Dad brought over.
Dad opened it and they started to hand them out. We had our own so I didn't need one from them. Robbie and Alex held onto one of the Christmas crackers and Robbie pulled it and it popped. stuff came out and it was just little trinkets stuff. Robbie picked up the hat and unfolded it and asked dad to put it on his head.
Haley and Alexis pulled open a Christmas cracker.
Robbie and Alex did another one. Daddy handed me a Christmas cracker. I didn't want one because it was just junk inside. I never liked them. I might have liked it when I was a kid if we had them in America.
The kids ripped open the rest of the Christmas crackers and they played with the stuff that came inside.
Daddy made me rip mine open. He held the other end while I pulled it and then I took the stuff out to see what was in it. I had gotten a ring and a hat and a joke. I read it and put it down.
"What did it say?" Daddy asked.
He picked it up and read it and laughed.
Alex was wearing one of the hats.
The adults cleaned up the table and kitchen and I was forced to help again. I had to bring the dirty dishes to the sink. While Christina was putting the food away, I was rinsing off the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. The kids played again. Our fridge was full with leftovers so now we were going to have days of left over foods. It was all placed in plastic bags and sealed. It gives us a lot of room in there. The turkey was all cut up and put into the bag too and so was the roast beef.
Christina played Christmas music again. This time she didn't play Bing Crosby again. Instead "Merry Christmas Baby" played. When the song ended, it played Santa Baby next by Madonna.
When I got done with the dishes, I got back on my computer again. Robbie was playing with my WiiU.

Dad and Robbie stayed till late evening and then they headed home. My nappy needed to be changed again. I was only wet this time. I took a shower and I shaved my legs and arm pits and my pussy. Then I turned the water off and I reached for the towel and saw my nappy was gone. I figured Daddy took it. I got finished drying of and I stepped out of the tub. I went in our bedroom and there was Daddy waiting for me. He had my nappy laid out on his bed above the under pad. “Get on the bed,” he said.
I laid down on his bed above my nappy. I saw he had two nappies out.
Daddy got the baby power and rash cream. He rubbed rash cream all over my pussy and buttocks and it felt so good when he rubbed me there. Then he poured baby powder all over me down there and in my nappy. Then he put the first nappy on me and the second.
“Why are you putting two on me?” I asked.
“Because you had so much to each today you will be doing a big poop soon so we need to be prepared for it,” said Daddy.
Then he got my plastic pants and put them on me. Then he got my pajamas on.
“That was fun,” he said. “Staying here this time for the holiday instead of going to my family or yours.”
Last year we had gone to my in-laws and they had their family there and it was so crowded while Dad and Robbie went to his brother’s. Christina and her kids went to her ex-husband’s family. This year we just stayed home and we invited Dad and my brother here. At least I wasn’t sick this Christmas like I was last Christmas.



Two days later we arrived at the fitness center with my new membership. We had brought the kids with us. We checked in and I had to show them my new pass. The lady scanned it for me and handed it back to me. Christina was going to take the kids swimming while Daddy and I worked out together.
“Come on Natalia, I will show you the locker rooms,” Daddy told me.
I followed him and he showed me the ladies. I went in there while Daddy went in the mens to change. I put my bag on the bench and wondered if I should change in the stall or out here. I saw some women changing and I saw one of their naked bodies and one other woman had on knickers. Me changing out here wouldn’t be any different but I had on a nappy and that is unusual. I saw Christina and Alexis and Haley were already in here getting changed. They were all talking and I watched them for a few seconds. I picked up my bag and started to head to the stall but then decided why should I change in the stall when no one else has to? My nappies were my knickers and it’s not like anyone would watch me change. I set my bag on the bench again and opened it. I took out my work out clothes and I took my shoes off and got undressed. I saw my nappy and I didn’t look at anyone to see if anyone was looking. I got on my sports bra and long t shirt and put on my work out shorts that were loose. I put my shoes back on and put my clothes back in my bag. I picked it up and left the locker room. I looked for Daddy and he was standing out here waiting for me. I followed him and he made me warm up first with him. He did stretches and I had to do them with him. Then I was so happy when we were through with them because they are so boring.
“I have a machine to show you,” he said.
He took me to the gym where all the exercising equipment is. I saw a bunch of bike machines and treadmills and they even had little TVs on them. I was surprised because I felt I had been living in a bubble. I was not aware of what modern treadmills looked like. I also saw weight machines, dumbbell benches. I even saw someone with a rowing machine. Daddy took me to a machine I had never seen. It was a machine with stairs and Daddy told me how to use it.
“What you do here is you set this at any speed you like, see this?”
He had me watch him set it up for me and he told me the stairs will be going up like it’s an escalator and it will be just like going up the stairs. “This is where you make it go faster or slower,” he showed me. The stairs were moving already and I started to move my legs like I was going up them. Daddy got on the same machine as me right next to me. They also had flat screen TVs hanging on the ceiling for us to watch but it wasn’t on any channel I wanted to see.
My legs got sore so I slowed the stairs down. I walked very slow.
“Walk a little faster,” Daddy told me.
“My legs are tired,” I said.
“That’s why you need to be in shape, once you are you won’t get as tired.”
“This is so boring,” I said.
“You have music on your phone? You can put in your ear phones and listen to it.”
“I didn’t bring them,” I said.
I walked very slow so I wouldn’t be tired.
Daddy was sweating. His bangs were all wet and he was breathing hard and his shirt was getting damp.
I pretended I was just playing in this machine like little kids do.
Then Daddy said "Oooo, I have burned three hundred calories. Want to try another machine?"
I turned it off. "Sure."
I got off and Daddy got the clean stuff to use for the exercising equipment. There were signs everywhere saying to wipe down the equipment after each use and they had wet napkins for it.
We wiped ours down and Daddy let me pick what I wanted to do next. I picked the machine that you put your feet on and move it and it's like a bike except you stand. I saw another one that was the same except it went up and down. Those were all taken so I stuck with the round thing. I got on it and Daddy asked me if I knew how to use it.
I started to press buttons to figure it out but I decided I didn't need to keep track of my calories. I started to move the machine. Daddy got on the one a few exercise machines away because the ones beside me were taken.
Then I heard a Kylie song playing.
"La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.”
I worked out at my own pace while listening to the song.
I looked at Daddy and saw he was sweating buckets.
“This is fun isn’t it Natalie,” Daddy called.
“I’m bored,” I said.
“Next time bring your phone and ear phone and that will help you pass time,” said Daddy.
I wondered how the kids were doing.

When Daddy was done working out, he introduced me to classes. They had yoga, pilates, spin, water aerobics, core, body pump, dance aerobics, Zumba, martial arts, ream cycling, body balance, strike fit, swimming lessons, team work out.
“You can do swimming work outs, that will be very good for you,” said Daddy. “It will give you an easier labor too.”
“I’ve been pregnant before and Alex came quickly and early and I never did these work outs,” I said.
“You were younger. Now your body’s changed.”
Now I wished I had not gotten pregnant. Why couldn’t I have been tough and just get an abortion but it’s too late now.
“Let’s get a drink of water,” said Daddy.
He took me to the drinking fountain and we had a drink of water.
“Are we done yet?” I asked.
“Are you tired?” Daddy asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“We can take a break then. Let’s see how the kids are doing.”
We went to the pool and we saw people swimming and a few kids playing and there I saw Alexis and Haley playing. Haley was swimming at the other end with Christina wearing floaters on her arms and ankles. Alexis was swimming at the same end as them and Alex was playing in the hot tub. He was running his finger on the cement while sitting in the hot tub.
I felt the water in the pool and it felt cold. Then I saw a woman come out of a room and I looked in there and saw it was the steam room.
I saw a kid about Alex’s age jumping in the pool yelling “cannibal” and did a splash.
Daddy and I then left the pool and we sat on a bench.
Daddy was wiping himself with a paper towel. He was all covered in sweat I didn’t even want to touch him or even have him touch me.
Daddy and I just talked.
“Oof my nappy feels wet,” I said.
“You better get changed,” said Daddy.
“Too bad you can’t do it,” I said. “Do they have adult changing rooms here?”
“I don’t think so, you’re on your own this time.”
“Too bad they don’t have a single bathroom,” I said. “What would you do if I was unable to change myself?” I asked.
“Then Christina would have to do it,” said Daddy.
“And what if it was just us two here alone?”
“Then we would have to leave and find a spot to change you or we would be stuck at home finding other exercises for you.”
“Too bad you can’t change me in the locker room,” I said.
“They’re not unisex.”
“You could cross dress and say you’re a transwoman,” I said.
Daddy laughed. “No, I am not gay.”
“What does cross dressing have to do with being gay?” I asked.
“People think we’re gay if we dress up as a woman,” said Daddy. “They think we do it because we are attracted to other men so we want to be women so we wouldn’t be gay. And I don’t want to get beaten up.”
“You could wear makeup and a wig to look like a real woman so people wouldn’t know you’re a guy,” I said.
“Uh no thanks,” said Daddy. “I am not wearing any make up and I won’t let you turn me into your sissy. Are you going to try and make me be a sissy now? First it was nappies and now will it be this?”
Daddy will not wear a nappy for me. I would love to have a Daddy in nappies but he won’t wear one because he says only babies wear them, not daddies and I have told him “But incontinent ones do” and he would go “I’m not incontinent” and I would tell him to just pretend he is and he said even if he was, he wouldn’t be my Daddy because he isn’t turned on wearing nappies and in his mind daddies don’t wear nappies so if he did, he wouldn’t have been a Daddy because he wouldn’t have been into it. He is so stubborn about nappies. He said he only likes them on cute girls like me, he doesn’t like them on guys because he isn’t gay and he will never have a baby boy around me or take care of a baby boy or even watch one. He will only accept baby girls. I asked him what if it was a transwoman, will he be okay with it and he said he isn’t sure how he would feel because he isn’t gay and seeing a transwoman still makes him feel he is with a guy because they have the body and it’s easy to tell if they are a guy or not. It feels to him he is with a man disguised as a woman and he is worried someone could pretend to be trans just to get to us so he might not feel comfortable with one unless they had already had the surgery and passed off as a real female he couldn’t tell, then that might be different but he doesn’t think he wouldn’t be able to not tell. But I have shown him real pictures of transwomen and they all looked cisgender and he said he might take care of one then if he doesn’t know they’re transgender. Also I think Caitlyn Jenner looks like a real woman because of the hormones and I wonder if she still has her penis.
“Maybe,” I said and smiled and laughed.
“So you found a new way to torture your daddy now huh?” he asked.
“It would only be for here,” I said.
“No,” said Daddy. “You can’t make me like you could never make me wear a nappy.”
“Daddy, what would you do if we had another baby girl with us and it turned out she was transgender but she looked like a real woman because she didn’t have a penis and she had boobs?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Would you feel you were with a guy?”
“Probably.”
“So what would you do about it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about it.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not gay and I don’t want to even imagine it.”
“What would happen if you found out I was transgender?” I asked.
“Then we might not be together anymore because I’m not gay, I like women.”
“But what if I was a transwoman?”
“You’re not one or else you wouldn’t be pregnant,” he said.
“But what if I wasn’t pregnant and you found out I was a transwoman and I was born male?”
“I don’t even want to think about that either.”
“Why?”
“I’m not gay. Can we please drop this subject?”
“Oh man,” I said.
“I know I’m sorry but this is really making me uncomfortable. Women turning out to be a guy and me loving you and then you turning out to be a man, this is too much to even think about. And honestly I don’t know what would happen or how I would feel if I found out you used to be a guy. Maybe be traumatized and not trust any women again, I don’t know.”
I took out my 3DS and looked at my homepage. I played a game and then Daddy asked me if I was ready to get back to work.
I put my game system away and we went back to working out. Daddy showed me the weight machines but I told him I couldn’t lift weights because it’s not good for the baby.
“I won’t put much weight on it,” said Daddy.
“It’s not good for the baby,” I said again. “You could pull the umbilical cord from the uterus.”
“That is why I won’t give you much weight to lift.”
“But I read online it’s not good for the baby.”
“Not everything you read online is true. Come on, I will show you.”
Daddy put a pound on each end and he started to lift. “See only two pounds.”
“I don’t want to hurt my baby,” I said.
“You mean our baby. You won’t hurt it.”
I still felt nervous to even lift weights. I didn’t want to hurt myself.
“Try it,” said Daddy.
“I don’t want to hurt our baby,” I said again.
“Okay fine, I will have you try these then.”
Daddy went to the rubber dumbbells. He picked one up and sat down on the bench and started to lift his arm up and down holding it. “You can do this, it’s very light.”
He gave it to me and I started to do it which was boring.
“See, it’s barely heavy,” said Daddy.
Daddy picked up two which were bigger ones and he started to lift his arms up and down bending his elbows. I grabbed another one and copied him. I stood and did it.
I felt my baby moving inside.
I noticed another pregnant woman sitting on a work out bench and she was also lifting weights but she was doing it behind her back. It was one of those things where you lift the bar and put weight on on each side. She had on tiny ones. I was shocked at what she was doing and she was more pregnant than me. I looked down at my tummy. It stuck out and it stuck out as far as my boobs.
Daddy and I lifted the mini dumbbells.
Then Daddy said we could put the dumbbells back.
I always wondered how they even got their name because I pictured a bell being dumb and these were not even bells.
“What machine do you want to use next?” Daddy asked.
I saw the bikes were open so I got on one of them. I got on one and it had bars you hang onto and you move them as you pedal.
Daddy got on the machine next to me and he started to pedal.
I started to poop my nappy while I was working out. I kept at it and it felt very squishy. I hoped it wouldn’t leak out of me while I was working out. I felt the urge to feel inside to make sure it stayed in there. I stuck my hands up my shorts and Daddy asked me if I had leaked.
“I hope not,” I said.
“Don’t do it out here, check in the locker room.”
I got off the bike and walked to the locker room. I checked my nappy and there weren’t any leaks. I went back to Daddy.
I got back on the bike.
“Go change, you stink,” said Daddy.
“Can we just go home?” I asked.
“You can do it in the locker room, they have showers. Do it, you’re not allowed to say no to them remember that.”
“But you’re not changing me,” I said.
“There is no way for me to,” he said. “Do it now, I will wait right here for you.”
I grabbed my bag and headed to the locker room. I got in one of the shower stalls and I took out a nappy and set it on top and my towel too. I took off my sports bra and shorts and socks and shoes. I also took off my nappy and wiped the mess off my skin using it. I used wipes and wiped the mess on my bottom. I decided to just wash it off so I did. I watched all the poop going down the drain and I saw the poop turds. I made sure it was all off and I used soap and then I turned the water off. I dried off and put on rash cream and I wiped it off using a wipe and I put on the clean nappy. I got my work out stuff on again and my socks and shoes. I threw the nappy away not even hiding it.
I went back out to the gym.
“Did you make sure there wasn’t any poop left,” Daddy asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“The shower?”
I realized I had to go back and clean it up.
“They will do it,” I said.
“No, you do it, they don’t need to be cleaning up your mess and it will be gross when someone else sees it,” said Daddy.
I had to go back and I used paper towels and wiped up the poop turns and I ran water on the floor and then turned it off. I threw the paper towel away and washed my hands and went back to Daddy.
“Do you want to try another machine?” Daddy asked.
“Yes,” I said.
My tummy was rumbling for food but I ignored it. We wiped down the machines and Daddy let me pick the next one again. I saw some ground bikes and other pedal bikes where you lay on your stomach and pedal using your hands. I saw one machine where you stand on it and swing your legs. It felt like a baby’s machine but it was made for working out. I got on it and started to move my legs back and forth. Daddy got on a machine nearby.
I had fun on the machine and I imagined I was playing on it. I was never bored swinging on swing sets so here I was swinging my legs.
Music boomed through the gym.

Soon Daddy was done working out and he asked me if I was ready.
“Yeah,” I said.
I was glad to get out of here.
“Okay, go get changed and shower up.”
I went back to the locker room with my bag. I got back in the shower stall and took everything off and I took out what I needed. I got in the shower and I shaved and washed my hair.
After I was done, I got out and put my nappy back on and I put my real clothes on. I kept my towel wrapped around my head and put everything back in the bag. I left the locker room and looked in the pool area and Christina and the kids were still playing.
“Are you done?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“I bet the kids are hungry already.”
“I’m starving,” I said.
“I guess I better get the kids out. Haley, Alex, Alexis, time to go, Natalie and Steven are finished working out.”
Alex was playing around in the pool hanging on the side.
“Time to get out of the pool Alex,” I said.
Then I saw Daddy come in. He had also showered and he had on his real clothes again.

After all the kids were out, I waited outside while Christina and the kids got dressed while Daddy worked with Alex in the mens locker room. I played Out Run on my 3DS. I always hated when I crashed my car or spun out of control but I had gotten good at it.
Then Daddy came out with Alex and we left the gym and headed to our car. We didn’t have to wait for Christina and her kids because she drove here herself.
“Did you have fun?” Daddy asked me.
“I don’t know; it was boring but thank god it’s over.”
“I bought you a whole month’s membership so we will be coming here more often and you can come here when Alex is in school and do some work outs.”
I sighed.
“Natalia, you’re always worried about your weight so this will help keep it down and it’s always too cold outside for you to go for walks so this is better. You like swimming so you can go there and swim. You can watch TV there on the treadmill and you can bring your music with and listen to that so you aren’t bored. We will go there again when I have a day off.”
“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked.
“No, I just want you to stay in shape and it will help with your digestive system too.”
“How does it help with that?”
“Because you are constantly moving your body and it helps with blood flow and things go through you better but remember to not exercise on a full stomach and remember to drink enough water when you work out.”
When we got home Daddy took me out in the hallway and said to me quietly “Think of it as a playground, you are going to the gym to play and all the work out equipment is your toy equipment to play on.”
“Too bad they don’t have swings,” I said.
“Oh ah ah ah, you were swinging your legs, think of that as a toy you were playing on, you were swinging and those dumbbells, you were playing with those and look at the stairs you were on, my baby girl had fun playing there. Does that make it less boring now and now do you want to go back and play?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Once you get into the routine of working out, it will get better,” said Daddy. “Your body just needs to get used to it.”

The next day Daddy took me back again leaving Alex with Dad this time since Christina had to work. Dad came over with Robbie just to watch him. The gym was still open despite it being a bank holiday. Since Boxing day fell on Saturday, they were having it on Monday just to make up for it so businesses could still have their day off.
He had me do some stretches with him again. I always hated warm ups as a child because I always thought it was boring. We even used the rubber dumbbells just to lift them up and down bending our arms. Then when the warms ups were over, we finally worked out for real. I wanted to use that swinging machine again but it was being used so I tried the thing you stand on and move it like it’s a bike except you stand. I moved at my own pace and this time we had water with us. Daddy had bought me my very own water bottle to keep water in so I was using it. I didn’t want to work myself out and risk hurting the baby. This time I was listening to music through my ear buds. It made it less boring and I just focused on the song. After ten minutes, I got off and found another machine to work on. I check on the other machine again and it was still in use but this time by another person.
I didn’t know what machine to use next. I walked around the gym and I checked out some classes. I didn’t feel like doing any. I decided to get on the treadmill and watch some TV. I turned it on to make the rubber thing move and I started to fiddle with the TV. I looked what was on as I walked. I couldn’t find anything to watch so I listened to my music some more.
We didn’t stay as long this time because Daddy asked me if I wanted to go because he was done working out and he told me how happy he was for me for working out. Daddy was all covered in sweat and he was dripping. I wasn’t sweating like he was.
“Yeah I’m ready,” I said.
I stopped the treadmill and got off. Daddy reminded me to wipe down the equipment. We headed to the locker rooms and I got undressed and I showered again. I put a clean nappy on and got dressed in my real clothes and kept my towel over my head. I waited for Daddy outside the locker rooms. I looked at my 3DS again and then Daddy came out. He was all nice and clean but his hair was still wet.
“Ready?” he asked.
I closed my 3DS and out it away and we left.
“Will you come here every day and work out when your son is in school?” Daddy asked.
“Do I have to?” I asked.
“I think it would be good for you if you did,” he said.
“But do I have to come here by myself?”
“Yes because I’m Daddy and I say you have to come here. I want my baby girl to stay in good shape so she will have a good labor and a fast delivery. But please remember to always clean the shower if you poop.”
“And what if I don’t?” I said.
“I don’t know what I would do. Just please clean it. How would you like it if you went to use the shower and there was poop in it?”
“I would use the next one,” I said.
“And what if the rest were being used?”
“I would wait.”
“But then you would have to wait longer to shower and you would leave later than sooner because of the messy shower.”
“I guess people are in a rush to get home or they can shower at home,” I said.
Daddy laughed. “You’re so cute I love you.”
We left the gym and headed home. I felt my nappy getting wet. I enjoyed the feeling.
“Did my baby girl just wet her nappy?” Daddy asked.
“How did you know?”
“I can tell by your face.”
“Feel,” I said.
He took his hand down there and he felt my nappy.
“How does it feel?”
“Wet,” he said. “This is turning me on.”
He put his hand back on the steering wheel. I felt dry again.
“Don’t forget about the gym every day,” he reminded.



I couldn’t go to the gym the next day because I had to take care of Alex. Gailand was here to watch Haley and Alexis because their mum had to work. I stayed active by taking care of the house and going to work. Daddy told me we’ll go when he has a day off again so on New Year’s Eve, we all went back. Christina was still working that day so the kids were with their father. We didn’t have anyone to watch Alex so we brought him with. I was hoping he could be in daycare there and the worst thing that could happen is them not taking him because of his autism. They might be too concerned he would be too violent or something or that he might attack someone. Daddy decided to just give it a try and they could always call is if there is a problem and we’ll keep our phones with.

When we got there, Daddy and I showed them our monthly passes and they scanned it. Then Daddy told the person at the counter that we wanted to put my son in daycare and informed her about his autism and if that is okay. “He isn’t a problem,” said Daddy. “He will spend time by himself and just doing his own thing and just as long as he is occupied he should be fine.”
“None of our workers here are trained to deal with autism just so you know,” said the lady. “But we do call if there is a problem.”
Alex was engaging himself in some self-stimulation.
Daddy talked and then she led us to the daycare and we checked Alex in. I had to give them my mobile number so they could call me if there was a problem with Alex like if he gets a meltdown or if he gets violent or becomes too much for them to handle. I looked around the daycare and they had tables and lot of activities for kids to do and they even had a huge play equipment for kids to play on and I read the rules they had. The age limit was for kids ages 3 to 12 years and they didn’t change nappies if the kid isn’t potty trained so they will call the parent for it, they didn’t allow horse play, they didn’t allow climbing outside on the toy equipment, socks were required, hitting and punching were not allowed or kicking, they had rights to ban any child from the daycare and the limit for how long a kid could be here was two hours. I figured that was to keep parents from dropping their kids off here just so they could go to work or run errands or do their own time. Parents might find ways to find “free” childcare so they might join a gym because it would be cheaper than having a nanny or using childcare so they would use this place just to have someone watch their kids while they are gone and they didn’t want to be taken advantage of and be stuck with a bunch of kids all day long. Also another rule was parents bring their own food and drinks for their kids. Also a parent had to leave their number with them so they could contact them or otherwise they couldn’t leave their kid there. Also the rule said to be respectful to others and kind. It also said the teachers here were certified in CPR and first aid. It also mentioned they offered free activities for the kids and free classes for them. I thought it was cool.
I gave them Alex’s stuff and told them these were his noise cancelling head phones, his 3DS, and his toys he could stim with.”
“What’s stimming?” one of them asked.
“Self-stimulation,” I said. “It’s what autistic people do when they get over stimulated from the noise and sight and sounds or when very upset.”
To be fair, I have noticed everyone does some sort of self-stimulation.
“Also make sure no one takes his tablet because it’s what he uses to communicate with,” I said. “Also he wears pull ups so if he has an accident, let us know.”
Then Daddy and I got dressed in the locker room into our work out clothes. I had on my shorts again and sports bra and I kept my hair pulled back. I need to get it cut again. I put my shoes back on again. I locked my bag in the locker and headed out to the gym. I did the stairs again. I listened to my music. I sweated and I slowed down when I started to feel crampy in my belly. I drank water. Daddy checked up on me. I think he wanted to be sure I was working out, not just sitting around. He was already sweaty from working out.

After I got done with the stairs, I rested a little bit. I sat on a bench. Daddy came by and he was drenched in sweat than he was before.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Sore,” I said.
I was breathing hard.
“You did great. I can see you are sweating.”
“Not as much as you.”
Daddy drank water at the drinking fountain and filled his water bottle up again.
I got up again and looked for another machine to use. Someone was using that machine again where you swing your feet so I had to go elsewhere. I decided on the machine where you stand and you move it like you are on a bicycle except you are standing. I had just gotten started when my phone rang. I had to turn my music off before I answered but it was too late. I figured it was the daycare so I got off the machine and walked to it. I went inside and asked if they called.
“Yeah,” said Alisha. (I saw her name tag) “Your son seems to be getting intense.”
Kids were running around playing and screaming. Alex didn’t have on his noise cancelling headphones. I went over to him.
“Alex, what’s wrong? Is it too noisy in here?” I asked.
He didn’t answer so I figured he was too overloaded to type.
I decided to try and noise cancelling headphones. I got his backpack and opened it and put them on him.
“Is this better?” I asked.
He didn’t answer so I figured he needed to calm down first.
I left his backpack with him and walked away. “I think he should be fine, let me know if there is still a problem,” I said.
I left the daycare and went back to the gym area. I saw the machine was already taken I was on. I checked up on the swinging legs machine again. It was open this time and I got on it. I swung my legs.

Soon Daddy met me again and asked if I am ready to go.
I stopped swinging and got off and picked up my stuff.
Daddy was all sweaty still and he said he was going to hit the shower. I went to the locker room and got my bag out of the locker and headed to the shower. I put my phone in the bag and the ear buds and I took stuff out I needed. I got undressed and took everything off including my wet nappy from the pee and sweat. I turned the water on and waited for it to heat up before getting in. I shaved and washed my hair and used soap to wash my whole body.
After I got done, I dried off and put rash cream on and put my nappy on. I got dressed again in my regular clothes and I put everything away except for my used nappy. I just rolled it up and left the stall with it and threw it away.
I got Alex from the daycare and Daddy met up with us. He was all clean and his hair was still wet. I still had my towel wrapped around my head. I felt like a Muslim because of those things they wear on their heads.
We left and headed to the car.


That evening we headed to my in-laws. They lived south of London in the same house Daddy had grown up in. We invited Dad and Robbie to come but they had plans of their own. They were going to go to one of his brother’s again and see my Grandma and my Uncles. Christina and her kids were going to her uncle’s too. It was over an hour to get there.

We got to my in-laws place and we parked the car on the curb and got out. I walked with Alex to their house. Daddy opened the door and walked right inside. I caught up and went right inside with Alex. I closed the door. No one took their shoes off so we left ours on.
I walked into the living room.
Pam and Darrin were so happy to see us. Their friends were already here.
I sat down in a chair and took out my 3DS right away.
Soon Patsy arrived with her children and her husband. They all said hi and they hugged everyone except Alex.
Everyone chatted and visited and Alex and I just stayed upstairs in a spare bedroom. I remembered to take him to the toilet a couple times. I went downstairs a few times and people were drinking and playing cards while I saw the children playing a game on TV. They had the Playstation 3.
“Natalia, would you like anything to drink?” Pam asked.
“What do you have?” I asked.
“Well we have water obviously, we have ginger ale or ginger beer, Root Beer, 7 Up, juice.”
“I’ll take ginger beer,” I said. “It’s none alcoholic right?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t give it to a pregnant woman,” Pam smiled.
“I just want only a little bit,” I said.
She got out a wine glass and she poured me half a cup and handed it to me.
I remembered to say thank you.
I took a sip.
I went back upstairs to the bedroom and sat down again on the bed.
Then Daddy came up. “Natalia, do you want to play a game with us?”
“What game?” I asked.
“Well we have a bunch of them, come look.”
I went downstairs and looked at the games they had. They had English Monopoly, Scrabble, Yahtzee, Sequence, Parcheesi, Careers, Pictionary, Ratrace, and they had other games I didn’t know the names of but they didn’t interest me anyway. They also had jigsaw puzzles.
Everyone picked out what game to play and some decided on Parcheesi.
“You would not want to play that with me,” I said.
“Oh why not?” Pam asked.
“Oh you remember?” I asked.
“Come spend some time with us,” said Daddy.
“You’re sure you want to play that with me?” I asked.
“I know you will do those barriers again, that is part of the game,” he said.
He took my hand and let me to the table in the kitchen.
I sat down and so did Patsy and Pam and her granddaughter Flora.
We set the game up while Daddy was in the dining room or living room. I grabbed the red pawns and everyone else picked their color and put them in their spot. We started playing and I did the blockades again and wouldn’t break them. Flora was getting mad about it.
“Oh you dirty rat,” said Pam.
“I told you you wouldn’t want to play this game with me,” I said.
“I forgot about you doing barriers,” said Pam.
“Make her stop,” Flora cried.
“Natalia, would you be honored to break yours on the next turn?” Patsy asked.
“No,” I said.
“She’s frustrated; she can’t even move her pawns.”
“So, that is the way the game is played,” I said. “She needs to learn to be a good sport.”
“You’re abusing it.”
“No I’m not, there is nothing in the rules about how long I can have them.”
“Let’s make a new rule for this game, you can only do barriers for two turns,” said Pam.
“No,” I cried. “That will be boring.”
“This game is no fun when you keep them,” said Pam.
“Then I quit,” I said.
I stayed seated to see if they will change their mind but no one said a word so I got up and left the table.
Daddy saw me leaving.
“You finished the game already?” he asked.
“No I quit because they wanted to change the rules,” I said.
Daddy went in the kitchen while I went upstairs.
Then Daddy came up and he took my computer and sat down and gave me a hug.
“Did my little girl just throw a temper tantrum at the table?” he asked.
“No, they were trying to change the rules,” I said.
“Honey, they were just trying to make the game more enjoyable for Flora, she is just a little kid.”
“Children have to learn to be good sports,” I said. “My mom didn’t let me play the game of Candyland my way because she would refuse to play it with me whenever I didn’t want to play it the right way so that taught me to play by the rules.”
“But did she ever go easy on you in the game?” Daddy asked.
“I don’t know, good question. If she did I never noticed.”
“See? All they wanted was you to go easy on your niece, they wanted the game to be more fun for her and you were doing all these barriers and she couldn’t even play so all they did was asked you to break them. It’s not changing the rules or cheating.”
“But there is nothing in the rules for how many turns you can have them.”
“I know but sometimes people bend the rules a little to make it more fair.”
“What if we were all playing a matching game, are they going to limit my matches to five pairs in a row because of my memory? If my family tried pulling that stunt on me as a child, I would have quit the game in a heartbeat. If they can’t even handle it with me, why even play it with me you know?”
“Honey, I think it would be nice if you were flexible with game play instead of being so hung up on rules. People change them to make it more fun.”
“And if they want to do that, that is fine but I don’t do that so I won’t play with them.”
Daddy chuckled and told me he loved me. “Enjoy your toy.”
He left the bedroom and I spent time on my new computer.
Alex had fallen asleep because it was so late out. I was so glad he was so easy despite this change and new environment.
It got closer to midnight and it was only a half hour away until 2016.
Daddy came up and checked up on me.
“It’s almost midnight,” he said. He walked over to me and he took my computer and grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He felt my nappy. “It’s time for a nappy change,” he said.
He picked up my nappy bag and brought me to the other bedroom. He got out a disposable underpad and laid me on it. He got out the wipes and my overnight nappy and the rash cream and baby powder. He pulled down my trousers and undid my nappy and he got out a wipe and wiped my whole bottom. Then he unfolded the clean nappy and lifted my legs in the air and placed the nappy under me and put my legs back down. Then he squeezed some rash cream on his finger and rubbed it all over. I enjoyed the rubbing feeling.
“You’re sure turned on,” said Daddy. “Too bad we can’t have sex.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“It’s close to New Year’s and I don’t want to miss it.”
Then he poured baby powder on me and put the nappy on me. He put my trousers back on and I looked at the clock and it was 11:52.
“It’s almost time,” I said.
“Yep,” said Daddy. “Come on down.”
He left and I went back to my computer. I looked on forums and Daddy came back upstairs and said “Natalia, come on down, you will miss it.”
“I will,” I said.
“It’s time now.”
“No it’s 11:58,” I said.
“Yeah you will miss it so you better come down.”
“It’s doesn’t take me more than a minute to come down,” I said.
“We have balloons and ribbons and hats and party blowers.”
I went downstairs with Daddy and I saw they had balloons up on the ceiling ready for them to come down and they had up ribbon and the kids were wearing New Year’s Party hats and Daddy put one on me. Some of the adults had them on and few were still drinking.
“I wonder if my dad is drinking now,” I said.
“I don’t know,” said Daddy.
Flora, Bobby, and Jacob were all playing with extra ribbon and Flora started to blow her party blower but her dad told her to wait until the New Year’s.
The TV was on and it was showing central London with Big Ben. People were crowded around and I saw the London Eye on TV and the river Thamas. I have never been there to watch the fireworks because it’s too crowded and I would have to leave early to be there to get a spot and it’s too cold out anyway and I know Alex wouldn’t like it and it would be much worse for him.
“Oh it’s about time,” Elaine shouted. She is friends with my in-laws.
Everyone came in the living room and all looked at the TV and people on TV started to count down.
“Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year,” everyone shouted.
Whistles blew and balloons came down and some hit me and ribbon came down too and then everything was very loud while Big Ben was going off on TV and the fireworks and the London Eye was in different colors.
I just took my hat off and went back upstairs while everyone was singing “Auld Lang sang.”
I went back in the spare bedroom and got back on my computer. It was still noisy downstairs but it didn’t bother me anymore.
Soon Daddy came back upstairs. “You missed all the fireworks they did on TV.”
“I don’t care,” I said.
“It was very pretty and a great show they did with them and they had music playing. They did a firework show.”
“I know it got too overwhelming for you so you had to miss it, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said.
“Well I had too much to drink so we have to stay here for the night,” said Daddy. “At least Alex is sleeping. I’ll go out to the car and get our bag.”
Daddy left and went outside and he went to our car and came back with the bag. It was just a small duffel bag with our pajamas in it and extra outfits for us to wear for tomorrow. Daddy took me to another room and he got me undressed and put me in my pajamas. Then he took out my stuffed animal and handed it to me.
“Will you be okay sleeping in a big bed?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Good. Don’t fall off.”
“I won’t. Do you think I really would?”
“I don’t know; you have been sleeping in a cot now for a while now so maybe your body has gotten used to it so now you will need sides now.”
I left the bedroom and went back downstairs. I noticed everyone was gone already and I looked at the time. It said 2:24 AM.
Pam and Darrin were still up and they were just cleaning up. The mess was still here from the party. The Playstation 3 was gone.
“I guess no one else drank too much,” I said.
“People are taking home taxis or using public transportation,” said Pam.
“So their cars are still here?” I asked.
“Yes but they will come back for them.”
“Why did Patsy leave?” I asked.
“She didn’t drink much so she and the kids and her husband drove home.”
Darrin yawned. “Well I’m going to bed honey, I’m tired.”
“Okay, night,” said Pam.
Daddy was downstairs too and he also said he was going to bed.
I also went back upstairs and I turned off my computer and crawled into bed with Alex. Daddy slept in another spare bedroom.
I kept my eyes closed trying to go to sleep. Then all of a sudden I felt something and my nappy started to fill with poop. I felt it coming out and my nappy expanding. I felt it go down my butt and I laid in my back and more came out and I felt it spread. I rubbed the outside of my nappy and moaned. Then I masturbated.

I woke up and it was already morning. Alex was already up because he was not in bed. I was still in my messy nappy. I could smell it under the covers. I was also wet. It felt very soft and squishy. The front of my nappy was wet because I had woken up on my front. I got out of bed and looked for Daddy. He wasn’t upstairs so I went downstairs. Alex was up and so was Daddy and both his parents were up. I could smell food being made.
“Good morning Hun how did you sleep?” Daddy asked.
“Good,” I said. “When are we leaving?”
“My dad is cooking us breakfast, isn’t that so nice of him?” Daddy asked.
“What is he making?”
“Pancakes and eggs.”
Daddy didn’t say anything about my messy nappy.
“Do you smell anything?” I asked.
“Did you stinky?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
He got up and sniffed the air around me. “Yep I can smell it, get upstairs little girl.”
I went upstairs to the room I slept in. Daddy came upstairs and he got out a clean nappy for me and stuff he needed. He laid down the underpad and I lied on top of it. Daddy took off my pajamas and he undid my nappy and he grabbed some wipes and started to clean me up. He wiped the front of my pussy and then he lifted my legs in the air and wiped me back there and inside my pussy.
“I can tell this is not fresh,” he said.
“How do you know.”
“It’s sticking to your skin so I have to scrub it off so it’s taking me longer.”
I kept my hands on my tummy feeling our baby.
After Daddy got done cleaning me up, he put all the used wipes in the nappy and rolled it up. Then he put a day time nappy under me and he put on rash cream and poured baby powder on me and he taped the nappy on me. Then he said “Now I’m going to get you dressed.”
He left the bedroom and came back with my other set of clothes and he put them on me. Then he put his hands on my tummy and felt our baby moving. I felt like I had my baby literally in my stomach because of where he is. It was like I was digesting him and I had just eaten a baby but he was in my uterus so it looked like he was in my tummy.
Then Daddy picked up my used nappy and brought it downstairs and I saw him take it outside. I went in the kitchen to see if food was ready and I saw there was already pancakes on the table with plates and syrup and jam and butter. I all of a sudden felt hungry so I grabbed a plate and started to serve myself.
“Sorry we were all too loud for you we made you miss the party,” said Pam.
“It’s fine,” I said.
“You don’t really care that you didn’t get to see the firework show on BBC?”
“Nope.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said.
I sat down and started to eat my breakfast.
“I have eggs here,” said Pam. “Do you want any?”
She had a pan in her hands.
“Sure,” I said.
I let her put some on my plate and I ate my eggs and then the pancakes again. Then I stuck my plate in the sink and I felt stuffed. Good thing I only grabbed one pancake, that was enough for me.
“Natalia, did you know your son kept getting up in the middle of the night?” Darrin asked.
“Oh,” I said.
“Don’t worry, we made sure all the doors stayed locked and that he didn’t go outside.”
“I made sure he went to the toilet,” said Daddy.
I went back upstairs and got on my computer.
I played Sonic Dash. I collected rings and did the daily challenge to get a prize. I played for about twenty minutes and then I got out of the program and went on the internet. I checked out the forums and my email.
Then Daddy came back up and he packed up our bag and took it out to the car. I also made sure we had everything. I did a double check on the rooms and I packed up Alex’s bag with his stuff and I kept my computer out.
We stayed for a bit, I enjoyed hearing their stories about their past of living here and telling stories about when all their kids were little. I learned that when Daddy was around six years old, he tried to buy a computer off of TV by getting his Dad’s credit card to order it but it didn’t happen because they wouldn’t take orders from a minor. It was some advertisement he saw and back then computers were nothing like they are now. They barely had any memory and they were just black and green screens and they cost a couple thousands of pounds. That had to be around 1983-84 if he was six
“So what happened when he called?” I asked.
“Nothing, he didn’t get the computer because he wasn’t an adult and he was too young for a credit card,” said Pam.
“But did he get into trouble?”
“No.”
“But he tried to steal from you,” I pointed out.
“I was six Natalia,” said Daddy. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“I remember when I took my parents credit card to order a game from online, I had to pay them back for it which I was intending to do anyway,” I said.
“How old were you then?” Darrin asked.
“Fifteen.”
“See, you were older,” said Daddy.
“Did you think you were stealing then?” Darrin asked.
“No,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because I was going to give them the money.”
“So you understood more about credit cards but Steven didn’t know,” said Pam. “We just thought it was cute and we told him they always charge us for using our credit card so how much we buy something; we have to pay that amount for our credit card.”
“And we told him it was stealing,” said Darrin. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
“At least he didn’t spend any of your money,” I said.
“Nope they wouldn’t take orders from a child, you had to be an adult to call.”
“Well we should get going because we have to go pick up Landon,” said Daddy.
“Too bad we couldn’t see him here,” said Pam.
“You can always come to our house to see him,” said Daddy.
“That’s true.”
“Can I feel our grandson first before you go?” Darrin asked.
“Sure,” I said.
We all got up and Pam and Darrin put their hands on my belly and felt our baby.
Then I felt a kick.
“Did you feel that?” Pam asked. “He kicked.”
I started to pat my tummy to provoke him to move. He started to move all of a sudden.
“I feel him moving in there, he is sure active,” said Darrin.
“He is so rough with me,” I said.
“Have you picked out a name yet?” Pam asked.
“Not yet,” I said.
“You still have time.”
“When did you pick out a name for Steven?” I asked.
“When did we pick his name do you know?” Pam asked her husband.
“I say we already had a name picked out before he was born,” he said.
“But how far along we were before we decided?”
“Maybe eight months.” Then he asked me, “Do you have any name ideas?”
“I like a lot of names,” I said.
There was Casey, Zack, Jeff, Mark, Luke, Timothy, James, David, Derek, Erin, Kyle, Adam, I tried to think of other names I liked. I didn’t want to give my baby a name that is already in my family. No way am I going to name it Brian or Glen or Matthew or name it Steven. I was not going to name my kid Alex again or else it would be Alex I and Alex II. I was not going to give it any video game names like Link or Mario or Luigi or Sonic or name him Miles. I also didn’t really like the name Max. That seemed too cutesy and it didn’t sound right on a human nor Horace and Jasper. I thought of Michael or Benjamin, or Eric. I thought of Ryan. I would have to write down all these names and see what Daddy likes.
“I thought of a name,” said Darrin. “How about William.”
“Or Henry,” said Pam.
“There’s Charles.”
“How about Peter?” Pam asked.
“Hey you can name him after me,” said Darrin.
I didn’t really like the name Darrin. It didn’t sound right for my baby.
“Too bad it’s not a girl,” I said.
“What’s wrong with having a boy?” Pam asked.
“I like girl names better,” I said.
“There are cute boy names.”
“You two will pick out a name soon,” said Darrin.
“Let me give you a hug,” said Pam.
I let her hug me and she said “Thank you for coming and it was very wonderful to see you visiting. Last night we barely even saw you and you got upset at the table while we were playing.”
“You got upset Natalia?” Daddy asked.
“I thought you knew,” I said.
“Remember, we were playing Parcheesi?” Pam asked.
“Oh right. Natalia, start taking your son out to the car and I will catch up,” Daddy gave me the keys and I got Alex while Daddy still talked to his parents. I picked up his bag and we left their house. I went to our car and I saw it had been moved. Very weird.
We walked across the street to the car and I unlocked it and put Alex in the backseat. I waited in the front seat but Daddy was taking too long and I wasn’t going to bring Alex back inside and then bring back out here again. I took out my phone and called Daddy’s phone. It rang and went straight to voice box.
A few seconds later, Daddy came out. He marches across the street and got in the car.
“I knew that was you calling,” he said. “So impatient,” and then he said in my ear. “Little girl.”
“I waited and you never came out,” I said. “And why is the car moved?”
“Someone came by in the middle of the night while my mum and dad were having the party about our car being parked in front their spot.”
“What?” I asked. “Don’t they have their own driveway?”
“I don’t know; some people just don’t like others parking in front of their house.”
“You should have just left your car there.”
“It wasn’t a big deal so I moved it.”
“I wonder how they knew it was our car?”
“They were asking whose car it was.”
“But how did they know it belonged to someone in your parents house?”
“We were probably the only ones with the party.”
“But how did they know they were having one? They didn’t have anything outside saying we were having one.”
“They probably knocked on other doors.”
“What did they say when they knocked on their door?”
“I don’t know I wasn’t there. My brother in law came and got me to tell me someone was at the door and they said my car was parked in their spot.”
“And you moved it right after they said that?” I asked.
“No, I told them it was a public parking spot and they said it was their spot because it’s in front of their house and I just moved my car.”
“Didn’t you tell them they have their own driveway to park on? It’s not like you blocked their driveway.”
“I just moved it, it wasn’t a big deal and not worth the fight about. They seem to have more cars than they need because he said it was their son’s spot.”
“How do you know they have more cars?”
“I saw them in front of their house, they have two parked in the front and one in the street and they complained I had mine in their spot.”
“So why did you say you didn’t know when I asked if they have their own driveway?”
“Because I don’t know why it’s a big deal where I parked when they could park behind me.”
I was surprised, four cars they had. My parents only had two my whole life growing up and then we only had one car and then when Dad got his license back, he got a car again for cheap and it was a 1988 white car. Wait, the most we had was three because Brian had one and then he moved out so we were back to two again and then one.
“I wonder how many people in that house have their own car?” I said.
“They must be rich,” said Alex with his tablet while I we were talking. “How many cars do they need?”
“Everyone in that house must drive so they all own cars,” I said.
“We need another car for mum so all adults has their own car” said Alex.
Daddy laughed. “We do fine with two. I take the train to work and the bus so Mum has this car to drive.”
On the way to Taffie’s, Alex kept asking sometimes “Are we there yet?”
“I am going to take that tablet,” I said.
Daddy laughed.
I didn’t mean it. That was just like saying “I am going to break that camera.”
“We will be there soon, it might be for another forty minutes,” said Daddy.
It takes longer to get to places in the UK when you only for thirty miles or something. But that can be true in any US city when there is lot of traffic. My dad always had to fight traffic getting home from work so it would take him longer to get home and to work. I could remember him complaining about it, then when he lost his license, he complained about having to get up earlier just to catch the bus and how much longer it took to get him home.
“Are we there yet?” Alex asked for one last time.
“Does it look like we are there yet?” I asked. “Now I don’t want to hear that question again for the rest of the day.”
That was the last time I ever heard him ask it. With that tablet of his, he was now being a normal child. This was payback I was getting. If you have children, you probably know what I mean.
“When will we get there?” the tablet went again.
I hit my head on the seat. At least he didn’t ask me if we were there yet. But Daddy was smart because he told him to ask us again in ten minutes. The time was on his tablet and the clock is also up here on the dashboard so he can look. Alex really did pay attention to the clock alright because he asked us again exactly ten minutes later and Daddy would tell him to ask us that again in another ten minutes. At least I could handle this.
“Oh and Natalia, we are going to the gym with Landon,” said Daddy. “It will be great for the whole family to do fitness together.”

The next day we all were at the gym again with Landon and Alex. We checked them in and us in and we dropped Alex in daycare and Daddy and Landon went in the men’s locker room. I went in the women’s and I got undressed again.
“Excuse me,” I heard a lady’s voice.
I looked and it was some older woman a lot older than me. She had gold hair and had some wrinkles on her skin but not like an elderly.
“Can I ask you a personal question, I hope I am not evading you.”
“Okay,” I said.
“What’s with the nappy?”
“I’m incontinent,” I said.
“You’re what?”
“In con tin int.,” I said.
“What’s that?”
I was surprised she never heard of it.
“It means I have no control over my bowels and bladder so I leak urine and poop. It’s involuntary excretion of urine and feces.”
“Why don’t you cover up?”
“I am,” I said.
“No I mean wear something over your nappy,” she said.
“I am,” I said. “I am just getting on my work out clothes.”
“No I mean change in the stall or something.”
“I don’t see other women changing in the stall.”
“But you’re wearing a nappy.”
“So,” I said.
“I’ve only seen nappies on my children and grand-children, never on adults.”
“Now you have.”
I kept on getting my work out clothes on while she was talking to me. I didn’t look at her, I just minded my own business.
“Are you an exhibitionist?”
I didn’t know how to answer that. Was I?
“I am just getting my clothes on just like everyone else,” I said.
“But you’re wearing a nappy.”
“Yeah, they’re my knickers, they keep me from getting my accidents all over.”
“But it’s not a knicker, it’s a nappy.”
“Yeah, so, they’re my knickers.”
I really wanted to tell her I wanted to get rid of the stigma on nappies and make it more acceptable but I didn’t have the words for it. This was my purpose of getting undressed in the locker room without hiding it.
“But then we will see you going to the bathroom in them,” she said.
I was already done getting my stuff on and I just stood here waiting for her to finish.
“Does anyone change you?”
“My husband,” I said.
“Does he wear nappies?”
“No,” I said.
“Does anyone else in your family wear them?”
“Yeah my mum and my son but they’re autistic. My grandma wears them too but she has Alzheimer’s and doesn’t even know her own name or who her own family is.”
“Why do you wear them?”
“Car accident when I was seven which explains the scar you saw on my back,” I said.
“Well I have never seen nappies on an adult before so I was very curious about all this. You have a good work out,” and she walked away.
I put my bag in my locker and walked out in the gym.
My dad’s mother was nearly ninety already and she was living in a nursing home now. Her Alzheimer’s had gotten so bad my dad and his family could no longer care for her so they put her in a home and they go and visit and bring her over sometimes to their home for visits. She was a lot like a little kid now even Alex has more skill than her. My dad can’t stand to go visit her because to him she is already gone. He said he had already dealt with his loss for her. Now her body just needs to catch up to her meaning her brain is already gone, her memory and her personality and the old her and now all her body needs to do is start doing the same thing, start shutting down like how her brain started to until she passes away. At least my other Grandma still has her brain because she is still driving and can still walk very well and run and she is only eighty-one this month. She also still has her memory and she has not started regressing yet. She gets mad when any “children” out there try and take advantage of her. Anyone who is more than twenty years younger than her she calls a child. They will try and do it but she doesn’t let them because she knows. She will even keep her hair dyed to make herself look younger and she wears clothes that are not her age. She has not even showed signs of any health problems or losing her sight or her vision or loss of bladder or bowel control or any hearing loss or arthritis. She is fit as a fiddle.
Daddy saw me. “There you are. I was wondering where you were.”
“I was in the locker room.”
“But you were taking so long in there I didn’t know.”
“Some lady asked me questions about my nappy.”
“How did she know you had one on? Did you flaunt it?”
“I was getting dressed and she started asking me questions. She had never seen an adult in nappies.”
“Well if you expose it, people are going to ask,” said Daddy.
Secretly I liked the attention I got. That is another thing about being incontinent. I can just be myself and see who is going to notice and say anything or who is not going to care and just ignore it. I doubt they don’t literally notice.
I worked out on the treadmill while Daddy was doing weights and Landon was doing a cycling machine that was on the ground. You sit on it and have your hands aside and you pedal.
When I burnt 200 calories, I got off the machine and remembered to wipe it because I saw the sign for it so that reminded me. Then I did some weight lifting with the mini dumbbells. Landon came over and picked up the bigger ones and did some lifting.
“This is what you two do now?” he asked. “Come here and do work outs?”
“Yeah, he says this will keep me in shape and give me a quicker labor,” I replied.
“You are already getting big and the rest of you is still skinny. I see other women get fat and you are just staying small while your tummy isn’t.”
I lifted up my shirt to show my stretchmark free belly. “See, no stretch marks yet.”
“Whoa, your belly button has popped out.”
I put my shirt back down. I went back to my work outs. I got on the machine that makes me swing my feet.

We were at the gym for an hour when Daddy was done working out. We hit the locker rooms and I showered again. I felt my belly button and my whole belly. I liked feeling how firm it was and feeling the baby’s body parts. I couldn’t even see my pussy anymore and it was getting harder to see down there when I shave so I had to feel down there when I shaved.
After I got done showering, I put on a clean nappy and I got my regular clothes back on. I kept my towel on my head when I left the locker room.
“Bye,” I heard.
I looked and it was that same lady again. She had her towel wrapped around her and her hair was all wet. I waved. I had to go get Alex next. I went to daycare and picked him up and we waited for Daddy and Landon. I saw them and we left and Daddy said “Tomorrow how about we all do a class? They have some going on tomorrow.”
“It better be safe for me,” I said. “What classes are we going to take?”
“Well I got a time table right here,” Daddy showed me.
I looked at it. I didn’t know what lot of these classes were. I could always look them up online and see and also look up to see if they were safe in pregnancy.
Landon and Daddy talked about the classes they had. I handed him the time table for him to look at.

When we got home I immediately looked up the classes to see what they were. I went to the fitness website because their url was listed at the bottom of the time table. I read what their classes were. I also looked in google to see if any of these work outs were safe for pregnancy. I didn’t want to do anything stupid and thank god for internet than having to call my doctor since I hated using phones and calling people. I could pretty much find my answers online now.
We all had to decide on a class to do together but we had to be sure I felt comfortable with it because of the baby. We decided on pilates so the next day we all got up early and left and the class started at 10:30. We put Alex in daycare and went in the locker room and got changed. No one said anything about my nappy this time and the locker room was packed. It was like I blended and there were all these people and not one person said a word to me. No one even looked at me. I could probably walk around the locker room and no one would act like they noticed my nappy. But I wans’t here to get attention, I was here to just get changed into my work out clothes and get to class. I put my bag in an empty locker and put a lock on it and walked to the class.
I had to wait for it to start so I just walked around and I wished I had brought my bag with so I could play my 3DS. Daddy and Landon were waiting too and when class started, we all did the work out listening to the instructor. Everyone got to show off their bellies while I was forced by Daddy to wear a long shirt to cover my pregnant belly. But at least I was allowed to wear stretch shorts even though they showed my nappy bottom. Daddy thought it looked cute and said it turned him on seeing it but there was no way anyone else would know I was wearing a nappy under it. Doing pilates was like doing stretches. It was a little boring and I could feel the work out in my muscles. We even lied on our mats and did stretches and leg ups and having to lie flat on your backs with our legs up and stretching our arms and keeping our heads lifted up. I could feel the muscles working in my neck and shoulders and belly. At least this will help keep me from gaining too much weight and from gaining it too quickly. I had only gained twenty pounds so far and I felt fat. Just to ensure myself, I would go online just to see how much weight pregnant women had gained so far for how far along I am.

After class ended, we all headed for the locker rooms and I showered and got dressed and as a treat, Daddy took us all out to eat. I only had water for my drink since I didn’t want too many calories. I did want to be healthy and eat healthy. I even ordered a light meal and here in the UK, they don’t serve you food with big portions like they do back in the states. It took me a while to get used to that. They don’t even do doggy bags here because they look at you like you are weird if you ask to bring home your food you don’t finish. Dad told me he noticed how different our American culture is when he first moved there, the portions they put on our plates, bringing home foods we didn’t eat. Here I can have dessert because I always have room for it. In the states I was always too full to have it.
I still had my dessert after my meal of course because having it sometimes wasn’t going to make me gain too much weight. Then Daddy asked for the bill and the waiter brought it to us and Daddy paid with his card and here in the UK we don’t even need to pay a tip like we do in the US. I read that in the states, waiters and waitresses hate getting European tourists because they don’t get tipped due to them not knowing about their tipping custom. In Europe, restaurants don’t do mandatory tipping because the waiters and waitresses make higher wages than below minimum. In travel books and websites, I have read that you have to tip in the states when eating out.
We left the restaurant.




For the past few weeks I had been going to the gym to keep my weight down. I didn’t want to gain too much and then have all this baby weight after delivery. I was even uncomfortable from my baby but I stayed strong. It was uncomfortable when he would kick and move and I was even anemic due to low iron so I was on iron pills which made my stool harder but at least I wasn’t lethargic, or tired or short of breath or dizzy. The iron pills made me feel normal but they made my stool all green. I was anxious to have this baby but I had to wait another eight weeks. I was hoping mu baby would come sooner instead of past his due date.
I even felt fat even though Daddy told me how skinny I am and he thought I was losing weight so he had to keep me fed. He made sure I ate so every day after work he always had food waiting in the fridge for me and it better be eaten. It was always healthy food with a small sweet whenever they had dessert. I would just hit the gym and try and work out for an hour there but it was hard with this pregnancy so I worked slow. I still forgot to wipe down the equipment but I kept trying to remember to do it. I even started to do water aerobics to help with my belly. It was like doing regular workouts except we do it in the water and we even had dumbbells but they were all made with the same material as floating tubes. I always came to the gym after dropping Alex off.

I came home from work on January 29th. Daddy was sitting in the living room waiting for me.
“Hey Hun,” he said.
He got up and went into the kitchen. I knew he was getting my food.
He came in the living room with my plate and cup of juice.
“How was nursery school?” he asked.
He meant my work.
“Okay,” I said. “I had to hold my tummy because our baby was being too rough on me,” I said.
I sat down and I press onto my belly where the baby had his foot and the way he was pushing on my uterus wall was uncomfortable and when he was moving, it was very uncomfortable so I pressed it there to keep him from kicking me there or from pushing on my rib cage.
Daddy sat down next to me with my food. He put the cup on the table by the couch and he put some food on the fork and fed it to me. I kept my hands on my belly while he fed me while our son kept trying to move in there. Sometimes I wish he would lay still and be more gentle with me but at least it reassures me he is still alive.
I got full quickly.
“I’m done,” I said,
“You need a little more, this wasn’t even enough,” said Daddy.
“I feel full,” I said.
“That is because the baby is squishing your organs but you still need to eat more. I’m Daddy.”
He fed me more and I felt I was getting fat and I felt fatter. I was so anxious to have this baby come out so I could be thin again and not deal with these discomforts and the weight gain and some itchy skin.
Then when the plate was clean, not literally, he made me drink some juice. He held it to my face and had me drink out of it but he didn’t make me drink the whole thing.
“I am so fat now,” I said.
“No, you’re just pregnant.”
“But I feel fat all over.”
“It will come off, you have the gym membership but right now you need the calories and the nutrition.”
Daddy was such a food nazi. That is what I liked calling him sometimes and he always laughed and said he wanted a healthy baby and his baby girl to be healthy too or else then baby will take energy from my bones and muscles and I will end up with health problems.
“I wish you were not a food nazi,” I said.
“I want you both to be healthy,” he said. “I have to take care of my babies.”
He lifted my work shirt up and put his hand on my belly to feel our baby. I felt him moving. Daddy felt him too.
“I think you are working out way too hard and you need to give it a rest,” he said.
“But you wanted me to work out so I could stay in shape and have an easier pregnancy,” I said.
“But you’re over doing it, I want you to slow down and take it easy, you’re too extreme,” said Daddy.
“I have been slowing down.” I said. “Whenever I start to hurt, I slow down.”
“But you’re pregnant and the baby is getting bigger so you will need to not over work yourself.”
“I know,” I said.
“So whenever you get tired, you need rest or else you will hurt yourself and the baby.”
Daddy kept feeling our baby kick and then he said “you could end up going through early labor if you work out too much.”
I didn’t want to have our baby too soon and have a NICU baby so I decided to do it slower and stop whenever I felt too tired. I was hoping to have the baby before the due date but I didn’t want it too soon where he wasn’t full term.
Daddy kept rubbing my belly and then he got up and grabbed my plate and cup. “You want the rest of this?”
“No thanks,” I said.
He brought them to the kitchen. I went upstairs. Daddy came up and got me undressed and he changed my nappy. He wiped the wipe on my bottom and did it to pleasure me. He wiped my pussy too. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Then he unfolded the clean nappy and lifted my legs in the air and put the nappy under me. He set my legs down and he put rash cream on me and baby powder and he sprinkled it in my nappy too. Then he pulled it up between my legs and taped it closed. Then he put my pajamas on me and we both laid down together in his bed. He felt our baby again. He felt his feet and felt for his head and felt the bottom of him and figured he had to be feeling his butt that is pushing on my rib cage. I had him massage my rib cage to relieve the pain. Him rubbing it was making our baby move. I felt our baby kicking and moving in there.
Daddy also rubbed my head.
“I can’t wait to have this darn baby,” I said.

The End