Novel & Cerita Perut Bawah Terasa Keras

I no longer glued the patch to the wound, so everything was perfectly visible both from the front and from behind. “Tell me what worries you, what hurts,” he asked, listening to the lungs and heart. - Yesterday my body just hurt, - I answered, throwing on a shirt, - and at night ... - I hesitated and bit my lip. “I had a lot of pain in the lower abdomen and had brown discharge,” I admitted, feeling the taste of bitterness in my mouth. - Kira ... - Pasha began with sympathy, throwing a stethophonendoscope into the suitcase.

"Charlotte, what are you up to? You've been cooped up at home for two days. Want to go out for a walk?" I quickly locked my phone screen. "No need, I want to finish the MS competition drawings soon." "Alright." She flopped onto the bed, propping her head up with one hand, looking at me. "Then go ahead, I won't disturb you." "Okay." I didn't want her to notice anything was wrong, so she wouldn't worry about it. As I got up to fetch my drawing board, a sudden intense, dull pain surged in my lower abdomen. I reached down, feeling something warm flowing from below.

Another contraction hits halfway to triage. This one is merciless. It starts deep in my back, a hot, grinding ache, then surges forward, wrapping around my middle like a steel cable pulling tighter and tighter. The pressure is overwhelming, building to a burning peak that radiates down my thighs and up into my ribs. My belly hardens completely, skin stretched so tight it feels like it might split. I grip the wheelchair arms with my free hand. Lean forward as far as I can. Breathe through gritted teeth, short, sharp gasps.

Even a miracle doctor couldn't do anything with such a vague description. The viewers felt like he was deliberately giving the streamer a hard time, but Aria said slowly, "Let's not talk about your friend for now. I noticed that your lips are a bit purplish, and you look thin. Your upper abdomen is hurting all the time; you have difficulty digesting your food; and you have a burning feeling in your abdomen. Am I right?" Eric was there to watch Aria make a fool of herself. Yet, his smile now froze on his face. His shift in expression was apparent on the live stream.

About exhaustion that makes simple tasks feel overwhelming, pain that shoots through my pelvis at random moments, the way intimacy has become uncomfortable and then impossible. Dad listens without interruption, his expression growing more serious with each symptom I describe. When I awkwardly mention the pain during sex, his jaw tightens slightly, but he doesn't make me feel embarrassed or ashamed. "Can you lean back for me?" he asks gently. "I want to check a few things." His examination is thorough but gentle— pressing carefully along my abdomen, noting when I wince or tense. His hands are clinical, professional, but I can see worry building behind his eyes.

ANYA THREE MONTHS LATER I woke up with an uneasy feeling in my lower abdomen. My stomach tightened, and I moved around the room, trying to ease the discomfort. As I shifted, a sudden, sharp pain shot through me, causing my eyes to widen in alarm. My hand instinctively went to my belly, feeling the tension there. Oh, no. It couldn't be...

Crouching down, I grabbed the girl’s hand, checking her pulse. Medicine was one of the few things I never hesitated over. “Who are you?” the woman snapped, trying to pull her daughter away. “Don’t move. I can help her.” The woman shuddered, her hands trembling as she loosened her grip. I checked the girl’s eyes, then pressed gently on her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was rigid. Too hard. “What is it? Is my daughter okay?” Thankfully, it was a minor case of constipation.

"A very healthy, very active boy. His heart rate is perfect. He’s just... tucked away. Kiara has extremely tight abdominal muscles, which is common for someone with her activity level. But that’s not the issue." "Then what is?" Kiara asked. Aris sighed and sat down. "I performed a pelvic exam while we were doing the checks. Kiara, your pelvic floor and the vaginal canal are... exceptionally rigid. It’s a condition of high muscle tone, likely exacerbated by the fact that you are a virgin." Vince let out a huff. "We’re back to this? What does that have to do with anything?"

Bella said mildly. “So is sleep,” I muttered. I was about to make another crack when something… shifted. It's not the usual kick or roll. Deeper. A pressure that started in my lower back and wrapped around to my front like an invisible belt tightening by degrees. My hand flew to the top of my belly. “Okay,” I breathed. “Ow.” Both of them were upright in a blink. “What?” Naomi demanded. “What was that?” “Probably just Braxton Hicks,” Bella said, trying for calm and landing somewhere just short of it.

Especially after we started to have children. Just as I thought it, a searing pain hit me in my lower abdomen. It made me cry out and double over. It was as though all my muscles were cramping at once. A bitter taste scorched the back of my throat, and I groaned as I fell to my knees. “Ruby?” Joe’s arms were around me. “Ruby, what’s wrong?”