Novel & Cerita Apakah Mimisan Tanda Hamil

I feel tears sting my eyes even as I give the weak response in the back of my throat, “My period usually becomes irregular when I’m stressed, and I’ve been stressed lately.” Estel nods, “So you haven’t seen it?” The moment I nod, it’s like reality hits me in the face. Every symptom of early pregnancy I have in my head swells to life. Constant fatigue. Missed periods. Swelling, tender breasts. The vomiting I always assumed was because of something nasty in my breakfast wrap. Oh shit! “Can I go home?” My eyes are wide open and panicked, “I need to get home right now.” Estel holds up an envelope, “Going home doesn’t mean you can escape the result, y’know. It’s already out. I’ve been waiting for

Cassia demanded relaxation and the minute I could, I planned to melt into my bed. A dull ache bloomed in my lower stomach, twisting just beneath my ribs untilI had to sit back down. The sharpness came and went so fast, like a warning. Was this the beginning of a miscarriage? Panic bubbled up inside me, threatening to explode as my mind raced with the possibilities. I pressed my palms over my stomach, willing my babies to relax. They were so tiny. It was silly, but the instinct in me told me that they would be okay. I held onto that sliver of hope.

“It happens sometimes.” I looked at her, confused. “Sorry?” “Morning sickness,” she said casually. “It’s normal during the first trimester.” I blinked. “Morning what? Sickness?” She smiled faintly. “She’s pregnant, isn’t she?” The words hit me. “What? No. She’s not.” The woman frowned a little. “Oh, I just assumed. I’m an OB, and I noticed the signs. The nausea, her color, the way she held herself. It’s usually hard to miss.”

"I think I'm having a miscarriage." ****

“I’ve been seeing my period for months. Four months. How could I be—” The woman tilted her head slightly. “It happens sometimes,” she said, almost in a hush. “Some women bleed during pregnancy. It’s rare, but not unheard of. The body has its mysteries. But the signs are there — the sickness, the faintness in the mornings, your skin’s glow, the scent shift in your blood.” Ava blinked, her mind spinning. “How… how can you tell? You haven’t even examined me.”

“Do you think Marissa might be pregnant?” “There is a high possibility. You show a lot of symptoms for pregnancy. Nausea, soreness and swelling, tiredness. All of these are telling symptomes.” He turns to me as he speaks and I automatically reach up to take the test from his hand. I stare blankly at it. It feels unreal. I don’t know if I want to feel happy or sad about it but right now I feel empty. But then panic seized me. “The bleeding…”

Jasmine started hyperventilating. "Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine, look at me. Look at me." Fiona cupped her face and looked into her eyes. She instructed her calmly until she was breathing normally again. "You need to think about all those what-if questions only if you are really pregnant. We don't know yet." "I think I am. Now when I think of my symptoms.... You're right. I feel sick every morning when I wake up. M-my breasts are sore. I don't like certain smells. They're a direct indicator that I am really pregnant."

"Miss Miller, I'm afraid you're showing signs of a possible miscarriage. We need to admit you to the hospital right away to try and preserve the pregnancy. Is there a family member you can call to help with the admission process?" Selina Miller clutched her prenatal report, the doctor's words echoing in her ears. She had come to the hospital due to unbearable menstrual-like pain, only to discover she was pregnant. What she thought was her period was actually signs of a miscarriage.

“How- How do I know I’m pregnant?” A small sniveled of laughter came from Weather. “Oh, you will know.” “Do tell.” “When certain smells makes you want to vomit. The world is spinning. The nausea is notorious, no doubt. You will feel something there that wasn’t before, especially in your lower abdomen. Swollen breasts, that kind of stuff.” “Okay, I think I get it now.” “I am surprised you’re so dense when it comes to these kind of stuff.”

“Come, child.” Lena rose slowly, aided by Miriam’s steady grasp. But as she stepped away from where she had stood, a dark stain marked the floor. Miriam’s eyes caught the glint of red. “Blood,” she murmured, her voice taut with alarm. Lena halted, a gasp breaking from her lips. Her hands flew to her belly. “My baby… no…” she whispered. “Lie down,” Miriam ordered, her calm suddenly taut with urgency. She caught her gently. “Stay still—do not move again.”