>>47958439You've been feeling the pains all month, and they've only gotten stronger as time goes on. You've been taking the medicine your doctor prescribed, doing exercises, and eating healthy, but nothing seems to make the pain go down even a little bit. You're in the 8th month now so you expected to feel more pain, but nothing prepared you for how much it would hurt this much. You thought it was caused by the baby kicking around so often, but you felt it was more than that. You've been so needy in the second trimester already, and you didn't want to bother your husband with complaints about so much pain. You don't know where it was coming from, but for the most part you tried to hold it together. At least until he comes home.
You try to continue making dinner without focusing too much on your belly. It's getting quite big and it's been difficult to cook and do a bit of cleaning with it. You've told your husband this, but you didn't want to seem completely useless so you try to do small tasks that don't strain you too much. You set the fire under the stew you're making to a simmer now that it's almost done, and you're relieved that you've got something done today. It was your husband's last day at work before his paternity leave starts, and you wanted to make a hearty stew to celebrate. As you're getting the bowls and utensils out, you unexpectedly drop to the floor, breaking one of the beautiful ceramic bowls you've had for 5 years.
Your husband walks in just in time to see you on the floor having a hard time getting up. He has a very worried, almost scared look on his face.
"Darling, what happened? Are you all right?!" he says as he runs over to you the moment he walks in the door. He doesn't even take his shoes off and nearly leaves the door wide open because he is so focused on you.
"I-I'm fine..." you try to get out while still feeling dizzy. "No, you're not!" he exclaims. "You're on the ground, something must have happened! Are you hurt anywhere?". He begins examining you all over to see where you might be physically hurt. You hold onto his strong arms, feeling like you might faint.
"Babe...the bowl-", you say as you try to gesture toward the broken ceramic, but before you can finish your sentence he lifts you into those big arms of his as if you weigh nothing more than a feather. He walks over to the couch and lays you down gently. "Don't worry, I'll go get you a glass of water."
1/2?
