Novel & Cerita Pregnant Sans

The thought made him feel heavier than he expected. A few days ago, late at night, he had searched about pregnancy. He just sat with his phone, scrolling quietly, reading things he had never cared about before. Mood swings, Cravings, Sensitivity. Pregnant women often crave spicy food. Salty snacks, Sweets, Junk food. He looked at Riyana again. She barely ate snacks. She was careful. Health conscious. Disciplined to a fault. He doubted she would ever openly ask for chips or chocolates. She would probably suppress it. And Ignore it. Tell herself it was unnecessary.

he added. "Uhm doc, is it safe to travel? We are not from here. We are only having our vacation here," Shion asked. "Yes, of course. As much as possible don't stress and eat healthily. Male pregnancy is risky. You can still get into sexual intercourse but don't put too much weight," the doctor said as he writes the vitamins and other stuff that Kana will need. When they're done, they thanked the doctor and left. They are at the car thinking.

"Alright, I'm going to run a few tests to rule things out. A nurse came in shortly after to draw blood. Afterwards, I was sent back to the waiting area. Time moved slowly, I stared at the floor tiles, counting them just to keep my thoughts from running wild, but that didn't help much. "It can't be, he said he couldn't have children. It must be something else," I assured myself. The door opened and the nurse called for me again. "Miss the test results show you are pregnant," she said and handed me a paper. "No… that's… that's impossible.” My words came out flat. I snatched the paper from her and skimmed through the line Positive. Boldly written in red. “He…. He lied to me.”

"Your wife is pregnant. She's nearly twelve weeks along." McKenzie just blinked at him, stunned. The words echoed in her head like thunder. "She's...what?" "Three months, almost. The fetus is healthy. Strong heartbeat. No signs of miscarriage, thank goodness. She didn't show the usual symptoms early on, which is not uncommon in some cases-especially when the mother is athletic or under little physical strain. But everything looks good." McKenzie's mind reeled. She barely registered the rest of what the doctor said.

“Around what?” She huffed. “The pregnancy. The fact that she didn’t know. Do you know how rare that is? A cryptic pregnancy? That girl never even had a bump. Never felt her move.” My jaw clenched. Marnie shook her head. “She had no cravings, no morning sickness, nothing. And trust me, if she had, I would’ve known.”

"How far along?" I sighed. "Seven weeks. We're not telling anyone yet." "Your secret's safe. But congratulations." She hugged me carefully. "This is wonderful news." "It is. I'm just terrified." "Also normal. Being pregnant while leading a pack and running a business? You're allowed to be scared." Having Sarah know helped. She became my confidant, answering questions I was too embarrassed to ask the doctor. What's normal? What's concerning? How do you function when you're this exhausted?

we heard Mateo ask. "I just don't want to get pregnant now and ruin my perfect body and shape. You know, I'm a model and I've seen a lot of women with perfect curves get pregnant. But after giving birth, their beauty and curves disappear without a trace. I don't want that to be the case for me. I can't let pregnancy tarnish my career, okay?" we heard Riley say in one breath. "So because of your career, you want me to declare your husband impotent so that he will think that he is the reason for your inability to give birth?"

They would gain 20 pounds in less than three months of pregnancy and face a lot of problems later. Aside from being a little anemic, Jessamine's results were all in the normal range. She was practically the ideal pregnant woman Melissa had hoped for.

The next morning, the doctor confirmed it. "Approximately sixteen weeks pregnant," she said, making notes on her clipboard. "You'll need prenatal vitamins, regular checkups. If you're sentenced to prison time, I'll recommend transfer to a facility with proper medical care for pregnant inmates." “Sixteen weeks?” I blurted. “Why didn’t I know I was pregnant for sixteen whole weeks and that’s about…” I did a little calculation with my fingers. “Four months?” I almost screamed. "It's more common than you'd think, especially under extreme stress. Your body can suppress the usual signs. Given your circumstances; the arrest, the hearings—it's not surprising you didn't notice. What matters is that y

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t