Perut Gerak Sendiri Tapi Tidak Hamil Novels & Stories

My body has been changing a bit, and my stomach looks bloated. This is insane! Am I pregnant? No!

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.

I said, despite knowing I was already developing a uterus. Gerard inched even closer, his gaze more serious. “Tell me, didn’t your rut feel different this time? Came sooner, more intense like you were spiraling.” My stomach dipped. “It’s normal.” Gerard pinched his nasal bridge and inhaled deeply. “Fine, just let me treat you,” he said. I paused for a while. That wasn’t going to hurt, I mean he was the only one that knew about my condition. “Okay, you’re hired,” I said, “so what now?”

I’m left with an unsteady heartbeat and clenching in my lower stomach. That is just misleading.

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."