Romans & histoires Pregnant

As best I can, I try to process it, but the word keeps going round and round in my head. Pregnant. I am pregnant.

Master Javen's mind: deep thoughts, worried about, and the reason why? GOSH! JADE IS PREGNANT!! THE SIGNS OF PREGNANCY, FUCK! IT GONNA BE A SIX MONTHS ORDEAL AGAIN! DELICATE PREGNANCY, DELICATE PREGNANCY! OH LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME. AM I GONNA BE SLEEPLESS AGAIN TILL SHE GIVES BIRTH??? OHHHH NO! PLEASE, LORD, DO NOT MAKE HER PREGNANCY VERY DELICATE. IT WAS SO HARD BEFORE. iT'S SO HARD AGAIN!

Aria gently cradled her belly with her left hand, a mix of emotions swirling within her heart. Joy intertwined with fear, creating an unsteady rhythm as she navigated the dense underbrush of the forest. Being pregnant in such a wild and untamed place felt both surreal and perilous; danger lurked in every shadow. The knowledge that she was carrying Caden's child intensified her anxiety, wrapping it in a cloak of uncertainty.

Luna Layla waddled down the hallway, her pregnant belly leading the way. Her baby bump was noticeably larger now, and her overall appearance had changed significantly since her pregnancy had advanced. Her once-slim figure had given way to a rounder, more curvesome shape, and her face had taken on a radiant glow. Despite the physical changes, Luna Layla's beauty still shone through. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her bright eyes sparkled with a warm light. She moved with a slow, gentle grace, her hands cradling her belly as if to protect the precious cargo within.

𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃 After dinner, I lay on my bed, scrolling through countless websites about pregnancy. Each article and forum seemed to offer endless advice—what to eat, what to avoid, exercises, mental health tips how to care for myself, and ultimately, how to ensure my baby’s well-being—but the sheer amount of information was overwhelming. Still, I couldn’t stop reading.This journey was unexpected, but I wanted to embrace it wholeheartedly. I owed it to my child to be the best version of myself, despite everything.

He smiled. “You're welcome, it's just my job.” He looks at Alex. “Don't be scared for the next few days. Pregnancy is a unique moment for a woman and she can be hypersensitive to every little thing. They can get angry, demand attention, cry over nonsense. Therefore, I ask you to be patient, she cannot suffer great emotions. We need to control blood pressure and stress. Alex absent. “I will, doc, thank you very much for that. I doubt it will!

Moore eyed him and sounded displeased when she asked, "Why did you come home so late? Aren't you worried about leaving your pregnant wife at home alone?" He shifted his brows as he swept his gaze over onto Summer, but she looked away, avoiding his eyes. "She's already four months pregnant, and her tummy is showing, yet you dared to leave her home alone. What if it was slippery, and she slipped and fell?" Standing up for Summer, Ms. Moore said sternly, "Pregnant women are incomparable with regular women. Their movements are slower. She's carrying such a huge tummy, and if she falls, do you think sh

I took a large bite out of my burger. "I have a friend I can hook you up with?" He offered. "Uh, no thanks. I'll pass." I replied after swallowing my food. "I'm pregnant and I have a baby daddym but we're not dating." "You're pregnant?" His voice went a octave higher, eyes wide. "Yes." I laugh, "it's not yet obvious." I patted my stomach. "Wow." He replied after some time. His phone made a ding sound, "that will be Nicole. I should go."

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of

I was pregnant. “I think I'm pregnant!”