Bubbling Feeling In Chest Left Side Novels & Stories

“The baby just has excellent taste.” He pops his head around the corner, grinning. “If she demands peanut butter on pizza next, I’m drawing the line.” I’m laughing as I answer and that’s when I feel it. It’s not what I expected. I’ve read so many descriptions in books and online—some say it’s like bubbles popping, or like popcorn, or like a goldfish swimming just under the surface. But it’s none of those things. It’s a flutter. A soft brush against the inside of my belly, like the flick of a butterfly wing. Not strong. Not painful. But there.

Thank you," he whispered. His words, they were sincere and it caught me off-guard. My cheeks blushed once again, my heart started beating loudly once again. Something weird is going on inside me and I can't seem to take a hold what it was. My hand reached for my chest in hopes to control its fast heart rate. Max, control your heart. It's alarming. It was as if my chest is about to burst any minute and this is something I haven't really felt before and it's surprising me. With that in thought, I started doing breathing exercise. Breathe in.

My chest felt tight, like something inside me was pulling inward instead of expanding. Unstable. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself away from the door. One step. My foot touched the stone floor softly, but the sound felt too loud in my ears. My heart leapt too fast, slamming against my ribs as if it were trying to escape. Heat spread through my chest, sudden and sharp, blooming where something should have been anchored. I stopped. My breath caught halfway in, trapped and useless. Something was wrong. The room felt heavier, pressing down on me from all sides.

"Or kneel in front of me!" My breathing grew uneven. My heart was pounding too loud and my vision blurred for a moment. And then I felt it. There was a strange heat coming from my chest. To be specific, it was coming from the symbol in my chest. It was not painful but it felt strange.

He got out of that shitty situation. He glanced around again. A few cars sped by. Not one driver paused to take a look at him. Maybe they all thought he was just a regular jogger in the area. He looked ahead and kept up his brisk steps. He could taste his own blood from his cut lip, and he could smell his own sweat, but he wasn't coughing up blood yet. Good sign. The consistent, annoying pain in his lower chest area whenever he breathed in was a symptom of something serious, though. The slight swelling and tenderness around his lower ribs, coupled with a little pinkish bruising on his abdomen, were also telltale signs.

I already told you to bever fall in love to him. There you go, don’t ask why your chest feels so tight right now! “I need to talk to her, she’s pregnant Lily.” When I heard it, I stopped from walking. And Jeoff looked back at me. I can’t breathe well. My chest feels so tight. Is it a symptom of covid 19? Jeoff got back to me and led me to a bench. Then the girl passed through us and she was running, she’s the girl shouting with her boyfriend a while ago.

Seeing him like that, his bare skin, the way his muscles flexed whenever he moved his arm completely messed with my head. A strange, fuzzy feeling spread through my chest, warm and stubborn, refusing to go away. It was almost like tiny sparks dancing under my skin, making my heartbeat unsteady. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I frowned, trying to shake it off. Maybe if I ignored it, it would disappear. But it didn’t. If anything, the feeling only grew stronger, making my stomach twist in ways I didn’t understand. Without thinking, I started slapping my chest repeatedly, hoping the odd sensation would go away. But it didn’t work. If anything, it made me even more aware of how breathless

I’m busying myself with dinner, salivating as I breathe in the delicious aroma of my chicken stir fry, when a sudden kick from within my belly has me clutching the countertop and gasping for air. I manage to keep myself upright while I focus on taking slow breaths. Each inhale seems to compound the pressure in my belly, so I do my best to keep my breaths shallow. I lift my shirt and examine the familiar, prominent veins and bruises that have begun forming across my belly once again. I sigh, lowering my shirt, then rub soothing circles across my belly.

I found myself in the back garden, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. My lungs felt tight, I was struggling to breathe. My heart was pounding, I couldn’t hear anything but my heart. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, louder and louder. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest as my lungs constricted. I fell to my knees as my breathing got worse. The pain across my chest was indescribable.

As I am listening to her melodic sounds I can feel my head getting drowsy again, my arms are starting to tingle with pins and needles and my body feels like there is a weight covering the whole thing pressing me down. I feel a pressure and tingling on my face now, my neck, my arms, back to my face. What is touching me? I’m starting to feel claustrophobic with all of this pressure closing in on me. I’m struggling to breathe. I can feel my chest tighten and my heart rate pick up. “I can hear your heartbeat Leah, please open your eyes.” The voice is garbled and pleading, it sounds like it is almost on the verge of tears.