Perut Rasanya Tidak Nyaman Novels & Stories

Then, I laughed, too. I closed my eyes and gently rubbed my belly. I felt uncomfortable. I'd been feeling that way for the past week. There were days I even threw up the moment I tasted something, but it seemed to suddenly get worse after my earlier excitement while playing with Abel. My brows creased, and I rubbed with displeasure written across my face. My eyes turned heavier with each rub, and soon, my consciousness blurred and faded. "Julian?" I heard a call. I stirred but ultimately kept quiet.

CHAPTER 58- BETHANY As we walked back into the packhouse, I felt like something was not quite right with me. I had terrible heartburn and suddenly felt really nauseous. “You should eat something, princess,” I heard Ryder say as we entered the kitchen. “I should, only I feel off,” I whimpered, clutching my bump as a nerve-wracking pain shot through my stomach. “Are you alright?” He asked, rushing to my side.

Her expression turned serious as she helped me sit down. “You’re not going to work today,” she stated seriously, raising my eyebrows. Why was her mood different? “I wasn’t going to go in today anyway; I already called Annie. I’ll just rest for now.” She nodded and pulled a chair in front of me. “Good. If you’re feeling okay later, we’ll go get you checked up.” “Yeah, I think I really need to see a doctor. I’ve been throwing up and feeling dizzy for almost two weeks now. My condition might be serious; it might be an ulcer.” I frowned when Penelope shook her head. “We’ll go see an OB-GYN later.” Huh? OB-GYN? ***

I finish everything on my plate and Reed encourages me for seconds, but I assure him the baby and I are full. Dinner comes to an end, and we all make our way into the living room, where Reed helps me settle on the couch, adjusting a pillow behind me when I shift uncomfortably, but the uncomfortableness persists, and soon, I realize something is happening as a strange sensation ripples through my abdomen. It’s not painful, just… odd and I shift in my seat again, trying to get comfortable, but the feeling comes again—gentle, like a wave rolling through me.

“How are you feeling?” “I.. I don’t know. Weird… different!”. I tried so vaguely to explain, not really understanding it myself. I took in a deep inhale of breath, and my senses caught a strong whiff of the fresh, warm blood only inches away from me and my stomach erupted with a loud rumble.

My stomach churned uncomfortably, and I could feel my palms growing clammy. The flight had been smooth, and there were no sudden drops or turbulence that could explain this sudden feeling of sickness. I couldn't understand what was happening. I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself, but the queasiness only intensified. As the plane came to a stop, I could hear the sound of passengers unbuckling their seatbelts and preparing to disembark. I didn't want anyone to see me in this state. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart, but it felt like an impossible task.

And this time, it was becoming severe. Roselle noticed my countenance, she stopped to ask me what the problem was. "I don't know, Rose, but I feel uncomfortable in my abdomen." "Since when did it start?" She asked, looking worried. "While we were washing clothes. I thought it was hunger but it keeps growing." "Do you have an ulcer?" "I don't." "Maybe, this is a sign of it. You should meet the doctor immediately before it gets too late." She advised me. I nodded my head. "I'll do that later."

he asked me, running a hand up my back. I swallowed, trying to push the nauseating weight down into my belly. "I don't know. I've been feeling weird for like three days now. Certain smells make be feel like vomiting, and I've been having heartburn." "Have you seen the pack doctor about it?" "She's been really busy these days, I can barely catch a glimpse of her." "So what can we do about it? Is there anything I can do to help?" I lovingly caressed his chin, enjoying the feel of his fresh stubble. "I think I'll be okay. It will pass eventually."

After some minutes it stops and I put her sitting on the bed and give her some water. "Are you okay now honey, what happened?" I ask her. "I don't know, I suddenly felt really nauseous and I felt a little weird in my belly," she pouted. I'm thinking of what could have caused it.... "Did you eat something bad or overeating?" "No the food I ate was good! Maybe I ate too much because I'm hungry all the time but I don't know why!" "Okay.....any other difference in your health you feel?" "Besides the food cravings and throwing up, no John"

The President's desk a few meters away remained unoccupied. After translating about five pages, Samantha felt she couldn't continue anymore as there was an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. It felt as if air was constantly being pumped into her stomach, making her feel painfully bloated. She had experienced this kind of feeling before when she ate too much, too fast. In addition, she was feeling dejected which makes her more prone to stomach bloating. In order to relieve the discomfort in her stomach, Samantha stopped her work. She stood up and tried to move around in the small space, hoping that it would help.