Stavanger Bay Among the world

Thistle strode from the den sight. She was fast approaching the last few weeks of her pregnancy. It would not be long now, it was clear in the sight of her wide hips, and even wider tummy. The way, she would walk and her body would wiggle, and jiggle in places it didn't before. She had been big before, with Gunnar, and Mercury, and Gyda. But this time, oh this time she was twice as wide as she was tall. It was hard for her really, to move about.

She shimmied and shook, and if she had found it humorous, would have laughed. But as it were, her back ached. Her belly hurt. There were cramps, and finally the ripples every now and again, had started. Her body, making it's way ready for these little ones. And the worst of it all, was that Ragnar was largely absent. She knew he worried, and he traveled the borders like a mad man. But it would have been nice, to have some of the care, she had with the first three. Especially, since these were his own. She sighed, and waddled to the edge of her clearing, and lay down. It was awkward at first, and she had to twist her body in such a way. But she found the correct position and lay there. Happy to take a nap, and pass the day. Perhaps someone would come and see her. That would be enjoyable.