Birth Animal By Month Novels & Stories

A baby, I wasn’t even sure I wanted until I almost lost it. I put my hand on my belly and closed my eyes; I tried to feel some kind of connection with the fetus, but I felt nothing yet. I wasn’t even showing. I knew most of the changes won’t happen until I’m 4 months pregnant. That’s when I’ll start to show, and that’s when my wolf would refuse to shift out of protection of her young pup. That’s also when the baby’s father, granted he was in the same area, would recognize the baby as his.

I said with my mind reeling. Jaxon smiles widely, “So our pups are Moon Blessed. They aren’t even born yet and they are helping their mom and dad.” He said proudly. He flips me on my back and kisses the small curve forming on my stomach. I’m almost two months along after all. Jaxon is whispering at my stomach and kissing both sides of my stomach. He is telling our pups that he is so proud of them for protecting their mom and alerting her. He kisses my stomach again and this time there is the smallest kick aimed right at his lips.

Meg Most of my life- I dare say, I have been unhappy. I felt sort of numb and misplaced somewhat until Jax pulled me out of the frigid, cold waters, of the Mount White Stone River. The first thought that came to me was the little one in my tummy. Womb- I'd learnt this word when I joined the maternal clinical afterwards. I’d also learnt that you didn’t check babies by months while you carried them but by weeks. Forty weeks is each approximate calculation for the due date- which could go either way. But we aren’t talking about my pre-natal time, are we?

I did not even dare to breathe for fear of missing the telltale proof that we created life. Then I heard it. It was incredibly faint because it was still so early. She-wolves were pregnant for five months, so we could typically hear heartbeats after a week if the pup was strong enough. Any pups we had would not only be of two strong Alpha bloodlines but also stronger because of their destiny.

she asks. “Simply put, I don’t know. I have never dealt with a hybrid fetus before. Vampire babies may come a month early, but they often gestate the same amount of time as humans.” “Shifter babies are the same, though they’re more prone to being born a month late,” Mom adds. “Does this mean the baby could be born early?” He nodes. “The baby could be born in a month or so.” “A month?” I repeat. “Will he be healthy?”

Their stage of pregnancy was always different from that of a human. That of a wolf seems to grow rapidly compared to that of a mere human. And most times, wolves carried their bump for at least six to seven months, others have five to six months depending on how fast the body reproduces. Mine is just two months old, and it wasn’t looking bigger like I hoped it to be.

I would have to check the gender in the fifth month. What would the gender be?

"When are you due?" Stacy asked. "Werewolves develop more quickly than humans," Indianna said, repeating what Doc had told her. "Instead of nine months, its six. So, they should be here in February sometime. Apparently werewolf babies are hard to predict a date, and with twins I'm more likely to be premature." "Premature?" Stacy questioned. "Early," Indianna explained. "How early?" Rogue asked. Indianna shrugged. "A few weeks, a month? I don't know."

"When I was pregnant with my boy, the belly was smaller. He’s already five years old." ​"How sweet, he’ll be the big brother." ​"Yes. And you? How far along are you?" ​"Oh, no. I’m not pregnant. I’m just here for a routine visit." ​"I see..." ​"Love, look at this." Will makes me turn to look at him. "Did you know that babies get hiccups? It’s known as fetal hiccups, and it starts happening from the seventh month until almost the end of pregnancy. And that the baby starts moving inside the uterus as early as the seventh or eighth week? Generally, the first kicks are noticed between weeks 16 and 22."

She had to be careful now that she was carrying a baby. The first trimester was the most critical time for the fetus’ development. “Woof…” Thinking that its owner did not want it anymore, 23 lay on the carpet with a sad look. Mable took a seat on the sofa and beckoned it over. “Come here, 23.” 23’s ears pecked, and it rushed over. Mable stroked 23’s head and said with a smile, “You can’t lunge at me like before, got it?”