Perut Gerak Sendiri Tapi Tidak Hamil Novels & Stories

He reached for her hand, gripped it so tight her bones ground together. "We're having a baby?" His voice cracked on the word baby, like he couldn't quite believe it was real, was happening to them specifically. "No. Maybe. I don't know." Amelia's free hand went to her stomach, pressing flat like she could feel the truth through skin and muscle. Nothing felt different. She didn't feel pregnant. Didn't feel like her body was suddenly creating another human without her conscious permission. "Are you sure? Could it be something else? A mistake?"

“So… I’m pregnant, but it’s like I’m not? Why?” “Well, It’s unusual but not impossible,” she said. “Your uterus may be tilted, or your hormone levels are unique. Stress can play a role too, and you’ve had a lot lately—according to you, wedding, moving, work. It doesn’t affect the baby’s health, but we’ll monitor you closely.” “Stress,” I muttered, “So what do I do? Just… wait?” “Rest, eat well, reduce stress,” she said, handing me a pamphlet. “We’ll schedule monthly scans to track progress. You might start showing soon, or it could stay subtle. Every case is different.”

"I am so sorry Mrs Alira but your chances of carrying a child of your own are very slim and nearly impossible....but there are other options to look at..we have surrogacy, adoptions and…” "No!!!!! No..no..no..no..this can't be, doctor…this test is wrong!! I am sure it is…I felt something move inside of my stomach…I know I am pregnant.” “It could be gas or stress because sometimes stress can manifest physically including having abdominal sensations.” The doctor said as tears welled up in my eyes. “But why?? Why can't I ever conceive??? Why!!!!"

I feel so tired, so out of it and-- My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, a small gasp poured out of my lips when I remembred my situation. The baby. Oh god, my baby. Panic slammed into me. My shaky fingers pressed against my abdomen, searching for… what? Some sign that everything was okay? That my baby was still there, still safe? I couldn’t feel anything. Just the slight swell of my belly, the same as it had been. But that didn’t mean anything. Didn’t mean everything was fine.

I tried to convince myself, observing my body in the full-length mirror. There weren't any signs of pregnancy. I was still slender, and no part of me changed. “Come on, Lilith,” Liz growled. “You’ve experienced delayed periods, sleepiness, weakness of the body, vomiting, and constant irritation. I can give you a list of other symptoms. Stop deceiving yourself.” “You are pregnant, girl! What do you think will happen when you keep having sex without protection?” she fired, anger laced in her voice. “I did. I used…” I paused, reflecting on the moment Alpha Casper and I made love without taking pills.

Pelummi wasn't one to talk though because she did even worse things for the sake of a few peanuts thrown her way. "Let's go," I said softly. She nodded. We got up from the chair, but I was a tad slower than she was. My tummy seemed to be dragging me down. It wasn't like this before. I tried to mask the panic as I walked away from the table, but a sharp pain hit my lower abdomen unexpectedly causing me to still my movements. My breathing became irregular, and I was completely vulnerable to more acute pains that shot through my stomach. Was my baby, ok? What was going on?

Roshanay shook her head not looking at the screen, "this cannot be possible. How could I not know? This is a lie. Please check again." "Even if we check hundred of times, the results are not going to change," "But I didn't have any symptoms. My belly... there is no bump. This is not possible, doctor." Roshanay said in denial. "Stress, hormonal imbalances, birth control, psychological factors all of those can mask the signs. Sometimes, the baby's position or your body shape makes the belly less noticeable. Some women go months, even up to delivery, without realizing they're pregnant."

I just can't bring a baby into this world, especially not in the circumstances I'm in. Please, God, don't abandon me, let this absurd idea that I'm pregnant be just a lie and let everything I'm feeling be due to stress or bad indigestion. Yes, let it be bad indigestion. I cross my fingers, yes, not pregnant! I'm not ready yet, maybe in a distant future... very distant. Three minutes have passed, and the two more minutes that are needed to see the total result make me nervous. I try not to faint before seeing the results.

All those conversations, all those nights, all that hoping—and the whole time, I was already pregnant. "I don't understand," I whispered. "I never felt sick. I never.. " "Some women don't. Irregular cycles can mask it. And if you weren't looking for signs..." She trailed off. "Have you felt movement?" I thought back. The flutters I'd dismissed as digestion. The way my clothes had felt tighter, but I'd blamed stress. "I thought it was gas," I said. "I thought" Dr. Harris smiled gently. "It's not gas. It's a baby. A healthy baby, about halfway there."