Membenci Orang Saat Hamil Novels & Stories

He knew better that it was not the right time to insist. I strode toward the entrance, trying to hold back myself from breaking down. Half the part of me was angry, but half the part of me wanted to find comfort on his chest. I was not the only one who needed it, but my baby. Folks even had it that whatever craving a pregnant woman has should be provided. Or else, the safety of the baby would be at risk. I may not believe such superstition, but I really felt bad that I have it to deny myself.

Becky couldn’t believe this was happening in her clinic. She couldn’t deal with it. This wasn’t her problem. Why did she have to deal with any of it? She’d still not come to terms with the idea that she’d messed up her life by having sex with someone who wasn’t fully human. What was she thinking about that? If she got pregnant, it would be nothing but trouble. How could she protect herself and a baby? Now, there were people in her waiting room protesting and threatening her against becoming Rob’s mate. They’d just met a few days ago. This was all too fast for her.

Women empowerment is what we need for sure. "What are you feeling right now? I can see that you often order cappuccinos. Is that part of your cravings?" I asked her. They say coffee is not good for a baby but what are we going to do if that's what we wanted in our pregnancy? It's hard to neglect what your mouth and body want. I was there and I know the feeling. It's annoying, frustrating, and pissing you off badly.

I hated this woman. "Oh, I will. Don't feel bad about being too weak to carry his child. I'll give him plenty and they will all be of great honor. Nothing like your little bastard fetus." Her voice was filled with venom as she spoke. She was definitely jealous of our child and of me. It was a pity how little one could care for another's life, even of an unborn child. How did evil like this exist?

Valencia could not lift her head. “Did any of you ever think,” Auri continued, quieter now, and somehow sharper for it, “what it feels like to sit at the family table and feel unwanted? What it feels like to hear your mother-in-law praise another woman right in front of you? What it feels like when your own husband looks at you as if you’re the problem?” Her hand slowly moved to rest over her stomach. “What it feels like to be pregnant in the middle of all that?” The room suddenly felt smaller.

I hated this woman. "Oh, I will. Don't feel bad about being too weak to carry his child. I'll give him plenty and they will all be of great honor. Nothing like your little bastard fetus." Her voice was filled with venom as she spoke. She was definitely jealous of our child and of me. It was a pity how little one could care for another's life, even of an unborn child. How did evil like this exist?

"Tapi anak-anak? Kasihan mereka, Dok. Mereka baru saja terpuruk kehilangan Ibu. Mereka butuh kasih sayang Ibu." "Demi anak orang lain kamu mau mengorbankan anakmu sendiri?!" "Apa maksud Dokter?" "Kehamilanmu ..." Dokter Fikri menghentikan ucapannya, wajahnya terlihat sedih. "Kenapa dengan kehamilan saya, Dok?" "Kehamilanmu bermasalah, Ra. Kamu mengalami preeklamsia." "Apa itu, Dok?"

The doctors counseled that she wait for the baby to be born, since the emotions a rejection could bring could harm the fetus. It wouldn’t be too long. She had only been pregnant for a few weeks and she already had a massive baby bump. The baby kicked relentlessly inside her and she imagined a sweet little girl, or boy, she didn’t care which, readying for life as a werecat. She would not let her mind go to the other possibilities. Thinking of raising a baby weredragon with the temper and power of a god only stressed her more.