Embarazada Novels & Stories

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she exclaimed and immediately went to her g****e chat. “Okay g****e! I really need your help right now!” she screamed “Always here for you, how can I help you?” she got a reply “I don’t know how I’ve been feeling lately, I think I missed my period, I’ve been urinating frequently, my breast is kinda swollen!!” she screamed “Am I sick or something??” Erica panted “No you aren’t, it’s simply symptoms of pregnancy, please visit a nearby health care center and see your doctor”

Damn my pregnancy hormones. ###

she stroked her still-flat belly, but her gaze at me was worried “You… You’re not upset, are you?” “Upset? Why would I be?” I blinked, confused “It’s wonderful news! I mean, I have no reason to be sad, right? There’s nothing wrong with the baby, is there?” I swallowed hard “I’ve always heard that a late pregnancy is a little riskier, but Noah’s mother also had him and his brother at a time when no one believed she would be able to conceive. She was fine. I’m sure you will be too…”

“It’s not me alone who wants you to not take a bath, Marcov! It's the quadruplet! It's them!” I hugged her tightly. I felt that my arm was wet because of a few drops of liquid. I tried to lift my upper body and checked it out. She was in tears. Lita told me that it's normal for a woman to become sensitive when they are in this stage of their pregnancy.

I held her hand and pulled her up from the sofa. "Shall we go?" I asked her. She nodded. "Did we leave anything? Any appliances?" She shook her head. We walked hand-in-hand out of the building. I suppose this is normal for a couple – to argue and have misunderstandings over small things. The doctor told me that during this stage of pregnancy, Eumerriah would be more emotional, easily angered, and prone to self-pity. Other than that, her pregnancy was not delicate. She’s perfectly fine.

Lisa, clutching her belly, began shouting. "You can't treat a pregnant woman like this! This is outrageous, and you're doing it on camera!" I laughed coldly. "Since when does being pregnant put you above the law?" Then, I turned to the reporter. "And as for you, which company are you from? I'll hold you accountable as well. "I've recorded everything today. Get ready. I won't settle this quietly! "Camilla Diaz, right? Let's see how you fare!" My outburst startled Lisa so much that she forgot to keep up her act.

The southern skies were overcast with the weight of monsoon clouds, the scent of wet earth blending with the aroma of spicy sambar from the little restaurant nestled near the coastal highway. Inside, Hema stood behind the cash counter, her sari neatly pleated, a hand resting gently on her rounded belly. Her pregnancy was showing now, more than ever, and yet she carried herself with quiet strength, even grace. She was talking to her unborn baby, her voice soft but full of life.

“What's wrong?” She took a breath. “Your pregnancy is high risk.” The word hit me like cold water.

Hulyo allowed her to take a rest for a week, besides I'm not going to work she has nothing to do. "Good morning, Doc." "Good morning, how was your day Ms.De Guzman?" "Normal?" "You're not sure?" "Yes," I answered honestly. "How bout your mood?" "Idle." "Well, that's normal. Pregnant women are bipolar, you might be mad or sad later." "Why would that happen?" "Because of the pregnancy hormones." "Oh... Okay." "Based on the result, you're nine weeks pregnant Ms.De Guzman and this is your first prenatal visit right?"