Novel & Cerita Perut Bawah Terasa Keras

Something in my chest tightened with something that wasn't fear. Then the pain hit. Sharp. Low. On the left side of my abdomen, deep enough that it pulled my breath out of me in a sound I didn't intend to make. Petra's eyes moved to me immediately. "Where?" "Left side," I said. "Low." "Scale." "Seven." I pressed my hand flat against my stomach. "It's not cramping. It's sharp. Like a…." Another one hit before I finished the sentence and I bit down on the sound this time and kept my voice even. "Like a spike."

Claps erupted in the boardroom, but I couldn't concentrate on them because I was feeling as if knots were forming on my lower belly. "That is well put..." The rest of Kaleb's words faded as I felt a strange warmth between my legs. 'Just breathe,' I thought to myself, clutching the laptop so tight in my lap as the cramps intensified suddenly. I could feel a thin layer of sweat forming on my forehead, but I didn't have even the strength to wipe it off. It felt like hours when in real sense it was just minutes; the pain went from being mild to crushing one that threatened to draw me onto my knees.

I pushed that voice to the back of my head and stood up from the couch. A sharp pain in my lower abdomen makes me stop and try to breathe. I have been feeling the cramps or, I don’t know what to call it but it has been terrible, and also one of the things I couldn’t tell Ezra and I hated myself for it. I crouch, placing my hand on my knees and doing the breathing exercises I have adapted to. It subsides after about ten seconds and I’m able to get up and walk to the bathroom. I do my business and walk out.

I was wrong. At around two in the morning, a sharp pain stabbed the lower part of my abdomen. At first I thought it was just a regular cramp. I tried to control my breathing, but the pain did not fade. It grew stronger, deeper, as if a huge hand was squeezing my uterus from the inside. “A… ah…” I winced while holding my stomach. Liam, who was asleep beside me, woke up instantly the moment he heard my voice. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

“Now you just sound British.” We both laugh at my comment. A sharp pain on my lower tummy makes my brows crease. “What’s wrong?” Killian asks immediately. I had no idea he noticed. I thought I was subtle but he noticed even the slightest thing. This makes a smile grace my lips. “Cramps.” I croak. “It’s hitting me harder than before.” I crouch lower and fold my arms on my tummy. I take a step forward but my legs fold. The ache is bizarre.

Maybe walking around would help. As soon as I took a step, another sharp pressure struck my pelvis, making me gasp. My hands flew to my stomach as a fresh wave of pain crashed over me. My knees wobbled, and I clutched the edge of the bed for support. "Alessandro," I called weakly, my voice barely above a whisper. The pain returned, stronger this time, ripping through my lower back and abdomen like a tidal wave. My breath hitched, and I clenched my fists.

“Is your pain sharp or dull?” I almost cried out in pain when her two fingers touched my lower abdomen. The pain dulled while we were driving and waiting for the doctor, but now it's back with a vengeance. Sharp! “It hurts here?” Ortega pressed the center of my lower abdomen harder and I flinched in pain. “Sharp, is it? Stabbing pain?” I held back my tears and just nodded in assent. She left my side to get a bottle of cold gel which she spread on my naked abdomen with an ultrasound probe.

Sierra. I wake to a dull ache low in my stomach. At first, it’s faint, something I can almost ignore, but the longer I lie still, the sharper it feels. It feels like a cramp. Like the ones I got during my periods. My hand instinctively goes to my abdomen, pressing lightly, as if that alone could soothe it, and I give it time to ease. Maybe I slept in the wrong position or something.

It's the reality of my life- my family and my pack. As much as I'd love to turn my back on everything, just let myself forget and forgive, I can't. They stole my life. Groaning, I give up any attempt to fall asleep and sit up in bed. Something feels strange, and then it hits me: the pain in my lower abdomen. It comes in waves, each sharper and stronger than the last, while the feeling of feverish heat slowly fills my body. "Shit!" I hiss under my breath, instantly bringing my hands to my belly.

However, it was already late and he still hadn't returned. "Don't be careless again. Luckily it's just a small cut on your finger. If it was bigger, Ben would have scolded me," added Jeremiah, then put on his stethoscope and placed it on my belly. "Any complaints? Nausea, vomiting, or anything else, maybe." "Not at all. Just a little oddity that I think you already know about. If not, maybe Ben has told you." "About your pup's reflexes and sensitivity?" he asked to confirm.