Novel & Cerita Perut Rasanya Tidak Nyaman

“Just… heavy. It feels like the food’s not going anywhere. Like it’s stuck.” His brows furrowed, protective panic already flashing in his eyes. “Is it pain or pressure?” “Alex,” I groaned, leaning back in the chair. “It’s called indigestion. Pregnant women get it. You don’t need to call Clara every time I burp.” He scowled, pushing his own plate aside and coming around to crouch by my chair. His big hand covered mine on my bump, rubbing slow circles. “Talk to me. Where?”

Her voice is soft and filled with worry. Keeping my head in my hands, I let out a tiny, frustrated growl. “Have you ever felt like a storm is approaching?” “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific,” Selena states. I remove my hands from my face, looking at them. “I have this feeling in the pit of my gut like shit's about to hit the fan, and it's becoming unbearable. My stomach feels like it's in knots all the time, and I think I'm starting to get paranoid.” My voice quivers.

' I wondered but that was not the problem because I felt something hard poking my belly and I felt uncomfortable. What the hell is that? And how do I get myself into this mess?

Please not now. I absolutely hated the nauseous feeling I experienced sometimes in a moving vehicle. My head felt too heavy for my neck, my eyes drooped slightly and it felt like my stomach was about to heave all its contents. I swallowed repeatedly but it did nothing to help. I dug around desperately in my handbag in case I could find some bubble gum but I came up empty-handed.

The lack of typical pregnancy symptoms doesn't mean anything is wrong. At the end of the reading, I feel very bad. I feel a mixture of emotion. I am crushing out.

Why? I gave him a confused look but did as he said. I ran my hands over my bigger belly but didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary apart from the size. “I feel fat but aside from that I don’t feel anything…” I mused feeling even more confused. I mean I feel fat? Is he trying to rub it in?

I dropped to my knees and vomited, the sour burn rising up my throat until my eyes watered. When it finally eased, I slumped against the cool tile, panting. My whole body felt off—like it didn’t quite belong to me. A strange heaviness pulled at my limbs, and my skin tingled uncomfortably. I pressed a hand against my chest, frowning. My breasts felt sore, too firm, almost swollen. And my stomach… it felt tight, unsettled. I tried to take a deep breath, but it only made the nausea worse. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Aku mencoba menahan dengan menutup mulutku tapi rasa mual itu justru semakin hebat. "Mbak Tiara, kenapa?" "Mual, Dok. Saya pengin muntah." "Suster! Ambil plastik!" teriak Dokter dan tak berapa lama seorang suster datang memberiku plastik. Aku berusaha mengeluarkan isi perut yang sudah sangat menyiksa tapi kenapa tidak ada yang keluar. "Mbak tiduran dulu ya. Saya periksa. Perut yang yang sebelah sini sakit?" Dokter menekan perut sebelah kiri bawah lalu sebelah kanan bawah.

Before he crouched down while holding his belly, occasionally giving it a pich as he retched loudly in an uncomfortable position. " ... " well, the only thing that came out was a lot of water-no, it should be liquor with the smell of cigarettes as it made Ash feel uncomfortable al over his body, even the throat was burning so hard that the hand was giving support to his belly was raise and give his adam apple a gentle massage.

“Don’t give me that fake smile, Liv. What’s going on with you?” I straightened up, schooling my features into something neutral, something dismissive. “It’s probably nothing. I’ve just been… off lately. Nausea, weird fatigue, random stomach pains. Could be stress. Or something I ate.”