Imagine You're Pregnant Novels & Stories

We are now two more months into my pregnancy, and we get to find out what the sex of our babies are today! I am so excited and starting to get a little miserable. My belly is getting quite big, I'm feeling HUGE, and my mate is thinking I'm more beautiful than ever. I keep telling him he's crazy! I'm just a tad jealous of Kayla, who looks much smaller than me. She's jealous of me because she will not get as big as me. I keep telling her, she does not want to be this big. I still have four months to go, and I am sick of it. I'm just going to keep getting bigger, at this point.

After hour of waiting The doctor called me Congratulations madam,you are one month gone He said and I became confused I don't understand I said I mean you are one month pregnant He repeated and his words keep on ringing in my ears Am having a tiny being inside me Am pregnant with my baby And I don't know the father I said in my mind crying If you don't want the baby we can easily abort it The doctor said You must be mad doc,you want me to abort my child,my little baby God forbid I said and ran out of the hospital to cry my eyes out I arrived at home and saw my aunt back She walked to me and look at me strangling What are you hiding She asked Nothing aunt I said trying to hide the pregnancy p

Megra It's been a few months since Nathaniel's wedding to Anna, and I can finally see the changes in my body. My pregnancy is now visible, a constant reminder of the life growing inside me. As I stand in my cozy living room, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, I place my hand on my rounded belly and take a deep breath. Today, I'm going to visit my mom's grave, and I'm not going alone. Liza is accompanying me.

But beneath the surface, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions, all centered around the tiny human growing inside me. My hand instinctively drifted to my belly, which was gradually rounding out. The pregnancy was taking a toll on me, both physically and mentally. The constant fatigue, mood swings, and anxiety were starting to wear me down. I couldn't help but wonder how my life was going to change once the baby arrived. Would I be a good mother? Would I be able to balance parenthood with my own aspirations? The questions swirled in my head, making it hard to quiet my racing thoughts.

I feel so fulfilled. I bit my lips to stiffen my cries but it just kept coming. I feel so happy that I don't even know what to do. Should I scream at the top of my voice? Should I jump up? But that would affect the baby, so, what should I do? ******** I still can't believe I am pregnant and everything is like a dream. My whole life feels like a movie but I pray it comes to a better ending. The knocking on the door interrupted My thought, then I heard the excited voice of Lalah.

Was he avoiding me? The latter seemed like the case. So much for promising to be around more often. I was heavily pregnant. It was my third month and I was certain I could give birth any day. The thought of having a baby felt so exhilarating, so frightening. I barely could move, I felt so heavy. My meals were brought up here which made me stay indoors, practically trapped in this room by the window all day. Finally, it was going to happen. I was going to have my baby.

Did she do something wrong to her? I endured two months of pregnancy struggles here in Singapore. We occasionally go out for check-ups, exercise, yoga classes for expectant mothers, outings, grocery shopping, unisex baby clothes, and toys that Zon likes. Four months pregnant, my baby bump is now visible. I feel like my weight is slowly increasing. My baby Zon is still waiting for his daddy to find us. He often gazes at the stars at night or the passing birds in the morning sky. I even caught him praying in his room, asking for his daddy to find us.

The sensation started weeks ago in the morning while I was making breakfast. A prickle at the back of my neck, like invisible eyes burning into my skin. I turn around, expecting to see James watching me from the doorway, but the kitchen is empty. Just my imagination. Has to be. At 10 weeks pregnant, everything feels different. My body is changing in ways I never expected, and maybe my mind is too. The pregnancy books all talk about heightened senses and increased anxiety. Maybe that's all this is.

The truth would only complicate things further, and I couldn't afford to let that happen. The doctor nodded understandingly, scribbling something on a piece of paper. He began advising me on how to take care of myself during this early stage of pregnancy. He spoke about the importance of a balanced diet, regular exercise, and proper rest. It was a lot to take in, realizing that I had to prioritize the needs of my baby over my own desires. As he continued with his guidance, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of my new reality. Being pregnant wasn't going to be easy. There would be sacrifices to make, cravings to resist, and moments of discomfort and pain. The nine-month journe

"I'm pregnant, my love. I'm carrying your child!" What?