Ampalaya Sa Buntis Novels & Stories

, Amelia gasped at the evident age difference between Dr Damkerng and his wife. The lady burst out into peels of laughter. “I always have this effect on people who see me for the first time. Actually I am neither as young as I look, nor originally as pretty. I am a handiwork of Dr Damkerng’s magic, a walking ad for him and the power of Chinese acupuncture and herbs”, Busaba confessed, her humility and honesty endearing her to the two American ladies immediately. “I am pregnant. Would acupuncture be safe for me?”, Sarah asked as Busaba ushered them to comfortable seats and her assistants brought in Thai iced tea with star anise, cardamom and cloves alongwith an array of crispy crepe rolls, Th

“But I feel so guilty keeping them from their work. But now that you're back, we can have a nice chat and I can relax more. The pup is bigger than usual, the doctor says it takes all my energy.” We chat lightheartedly, I can see that Amira is blossoming considerably. When Oriya joins us, the patio becomes more vivid. “Luna, you're back. I didn't think you'd be here so soon. Amira clearly looks much better,” the older woman exclaimed while rushing in to hug me with a laugh. I instructed her to look for some potent herbs in the nearby woods and serve them as tea to Amira. In my previous pack, this remedy was often given to expecting mothers carrying multiple pups who required extra energy duri

She waited until Uyah went out on the errand Bami sent her to. She walked closer and sat down on the bed beside Emily. She took Emily's hand into hers, squeezing lightly. Bami was stirring the small pistol vigorously, mixing her herbs. She threw her a glance, "I'm making the portions. I also added herbs that tighten up those overused muscles too. I'll be done in a little bit." Lyra cleared her throat. "Uhm...Ma'am Bami, can you make me portions that will prevent a baby....? You know....the one you made me before...?"

She was instantly on cloud nine after learning the exciting news that they were soon going to have a baby. Amara and Alexander shared the sweet dish with much relish. And then an untoward thing happened. After they finished the pudding, the silver bowl went flying in air and disappeared in the sky. ****** Just as the moon promised, Amara discovered she was six weeks pregnant after one and half months of partaking the sweetdish and the joy of the couple had known no bounds. Since her pregnancy Amara began to have strange experience. The baby started kicking her since the second month itself. The ultrasound always provided them with altered results. Some times the doctor said there were two f

She seemed super excited. Amelia's got a bun in the oven? “She is pregnant with your child in her womb.” She added. Seriously?!!! Did she really say I got her pregnant?How is that even possible, when it’d been long since we copulated?!!!

But no matter how hard I tried, the image of that ring on Amelia’s finger was burned into my mind. “She’s going to be the Luna. That’s why they’re rushing things,” Someone whispered nearby. “I heard she’s pregnant. They don’t have time to wait for a mating ceremony,” Another voice added.

This is very like her, she never claims any lovers this seriously but now I'm starting to believe that she and Ryan are serious. “What?” she pouts, proud of her actions. And I'm sure Ryan loved every single second of the task. “I need to mark my territory, he won't even knot me because he's scared I'll break.” “That knot will get you pregnant,” I warn. “Be happy Ryan has self-control.” Amara flinches, “Yeah, I will pass on pregnancy, I don't want little creatures inside my body, it's so weird.” “It's not bad,” I smile, my hand instinctively coming to my stomach. There's something now, not just a bloated feel. “Sometimes they're so still and you don't know they're there.”

Elijah, fortunately, hadn't tried anything yet, but she feared it was only a momentary calmness. "How's my champ doing?" Alejandro asked, his eyes softening as he gazed at her stomach with affection. Amara stiffened, her body tensing at his question. She detested any mention of the baby; it sucked all the happiness around her like a black hole, leaving a gaping wound in its wake. Every time someone brought up the baby, it felt like a heavy weight pressing on her chest. Alejandro, oblivious to her inner turmoil, looked up at her with a smile. "It's your second trimester, right?" he asked, his tone warm and gentle.

My stomach flips like I'm going to be sick when her eyes move from his, down to where his hand now rests, protectively, over my stomach. “Baby?” She swallows uncomfortably, then tries to remain calm as she carefully places the cigarette back in her case and snaps it shut. “Yes, we are expecting a son, Amara is 16 weeks along, now.” I hear both pride and determination in Manfred’s voice, and while his mother’s eyelashes blink a little more rapidly, I feel the tension in his fingers become tighter. “I could get you the picture if you want to see it. We had a sonogram a few weeks ago.” I try to cut through the frosty atmosphere, and she shakes her head back at me, still too stunned to speak.

And felt something bloom inside her chest—not fear, not joy, but something vast, something terrifying, something holy. She waited until morning. She found Elena in the kitchen, making tea the way Alexander used to—two sugars, splash of milk, even though Elena still hated it sweet. Elena looked up when Amara entered. She saw her daughter’s face. She knew. “Amara,” she said softly. Amara held out the test. Elena took it. She stared at the lines. She looked back at her daughter. She whispered, “You’re pregnant.” Amara nodded. “With Daniel’s child.”