Nova Peak how they turned out

She could feel them. At first, Bazi had assumed that it was gas - she had been farting up a storm lately, and it wasn't unusual to feel the painless twisting of her gut as the (sometimes unfathomably disgusting) fumes made their way through her intestinal tract. But this was different. This started out as a sort of fluttering sensation which, as the days passed, became little kicks. Kicks. They had feet! And attitude! 

The peeing and gas weren't half as bad as the nausea, and whilst Bazi complained endlessly to anyone that would listen, she didn't really mind. Today, she was lounging in the steeper, more sparsely wooded area of the forest, where it thinned as it climbed the mountain. The sun was high in the sky, warming the not yet obscenely round (but getting there) mother where she lay in the grass, waiting for the next little tickle from her unborn children.