Ocean Waves Hitting Pregnant Belly Novels & Stories

"Stress affects your baby as well. Pregnant Omegas are not advised to have many worries, especially to the extent of engaging in strenuous work. Because whatever the Omega experiences, it will affect the baby. As you're experiencing now, your baby feels uncomfortable because you're too stressed." I fell silent hearing this. "So, that's it," I said. Tiffany finished massaging my belly, and now it was my turn to touch it. They had examined my vaginal area to see if there were any signs or symptoms of premature labor. Considering the complaints I had, it seemed similar to an Omega about to give birth. But after Tiffany massaged my belly, my baby instantly calmed down. She explained that the mas

I try to turn over and lie on my stomach to protect the baby, but one kick has me on my back again. "Please stop. I’m pregnant; please stop; you will kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, but it doesn't work. They kick me from all angles. My body hurts like hell, especially my stomach, my baby. I wrap my arms around my midsection, trying to make myself into a ball and shield the life inside me. My screams get louder with every blow.

Her body had become a landscape she was still learning to navigate, full of new features and unfamiliar territories, some of them beautiful and some of them alarming and most of them simply requiring patient, attentive mapping. This was alarming. She knew the difference. The third wave came harder than the second. She exhaled through it with careful, deliberate breath, and when it had passed she placed both hands over her belly, the warm, taut curve of it, the geography she had memorized with her palms in the weeks since the reality of it had moved from concept to physical fact, and she felt what was happening inside with the wordless, terrified clarity of a woman who loves what she is carry

That's what I've been telling myself for the last hour. Then another wave hits. Stronger. Longer. Enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. Outside, thunder crashes so loudly that the windows rattle. Inside, fear settles deep in my chest. Because for the first time in this entire pregnancy, I don't feel brave. I feel scared.

I turned to her with wide, pleading eyes. “Is this normal?” I demanded. “Am I broken? Is this some weird Omega hormone overload thing? Do I need pills? Therapy? A religious intervention?” She looked slightly horrified but tried to keep it together. “Pregnancy can heighten sensitivity,” she said, her voice as calm as possible considering I had just yelled about p**n. “Especially in bonded Omegas. The increase in estrogen, oxytocin, and endorphins during early gestation can cause elevated arousal and emotional instability. It’s not unusual.”

The soothing sound of waves filled the air, and the salty breeze played with my hair as I stood at the edge of the deck, gazing at the ocean that seemed to go on forever. I looked down at the pale pink bikini I had picked out—a simple two-piece with thin straps and a tie at the back. It wasn't too revealing, but it fit my body perfectly, highlighting the gentle curve of my stomach. The pregnancy bump was small but noticeable now, and I felt a mix of nerves and pride about how my body was changing. "Are you coming, my love?" Riccardo's voice brought me back to reality.

Pain instantly registered from his earlier bruising grip, and from the force at which my back hit the chair. “Ouch...oh my…argh!” I winced, my hand going to my belly, where there’s a small bump that couldn’t be seen, but can be felt, in fear of the force having caused any harm to my baby. I splayed my palm over it, providing protection from external force.

I say, passing my hand over my sore belly, but another wave of pain hits me. Each contraction is like an avalanche of pain crashing mercilessly against my body. I'm submerged in a sea of agony, where each wave of pain seems worse than the last. My hands grip the bed sheets tightly. Fingers digging into the rough texture as I try to find some anchor in that storm.

She entered. It was a big dark room, lights were off or maybe it was on purpose. She instantly took her heels off and threw them on the floor at once as she could not bear the pain anymore. Without observing the surrounding she went to bathroom. She was feeling nauseated and vomited in the toilet until she felt light. Then she went under the shower and tried to unzip her dress. The zip was on back side and it was a great deal to lean her hands on back and unzip it. It was taking a lot of time and she was tired of trying. She was feeling sleepy. And suddenly she put her right hand on the wall to balance herself, and the warm shower's button got pressed, water started to pour on her slim body.

she added before pointing her magical stick to me once again but this time it never worked. In the blink of an eye Anu and father were right before me. They were standing in the black water and it didn't affect them in any way. "Can I also land down?"I asked staring at both of them. "No you can't do that. It's dangerous to your unborn babies. This water is salty remember, a pregnant woman who is expecting twins can't step in it and if she does, her babies would turn to rocks and there's a possibility that the mother might die as well."father explained.