Jamila Barlowe,
A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
37 weeks I don't even think I have words to describe what the past two weeks have been like.
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(the current size of her belly)
Every day I've been soaking through my bras, my milk finally came in but it came in as if the twins were already here. Aahil said it was a good thing and while I'm happy I can produce milk I would greatly appreciate it if I didn't have to wash my bras every day.
The back pain has increased, I've been demoted to only a loose crop top (mostly bras) and shorts. If I had nightgowns that fit me I would wear those, but nope, those no longer fit me. His shirts no longer fit me NOTHING FUCKING FITS ME.
I groaned and slapped the pillow into shape trying to get comfortable for the nine-hundredth time. I felt his eyes look over at me but he didn't say anything.
"What?" He put his book down on the nightstand and turned his body to me as I continued to beat up the pillow. He cleared his throat lowly, "I don't think the pillow likes that." I slowly turn my head it's past the time I normally go to sleep and he wants to tell me that the pillow the inanimate object that I sleep on doesn't-
" Aahil..... I'm going to say this in the nicest way possible because I love you. But please do not say another word to me right now because I am very close to kicking you out of this room." He nodded his head and slowly picked his book back up. I huffed and wrapped the body pillow around me and attempted to put some of it under my belly for support. I sigh in relief and began to close my eyes but my victory was short-lived once I felt the urge to pee. "You gotta be kidding me right?" I whined pulling all the pillows that I had placed around me off
"Do you want some help?" Aahil asked cautiously, "please" I sniffled, causing him to practically jump across the bed.
"Come, why is my beautiful wife crying hm?" He held his hand out and I grabbed it for support. "I'm tired Aahil every day, it's something I can't even sleep in peace without getting one of my organs beat up... and my bras. I could understand one or two b-but my whole collection has to constantly be washed because of how often I'm leaking. And every damn second I have to pee." He hummed as his hands slid down to my belly trying to calm me
"You're getting restless and I don't blame yo-" he stopped mid-sentence causing me to look up to see his confused face.
"What?" He ushered me into the bathroom and turned me sideways. "Will you tell me what is going on and stop moving me around like a damn doll?" He moved his hands again and smirked.
"Look." He gestured to the mirror, and I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I know my hair looks like a tumble wee-" He kissed his teeth and stood behind me placing his hands back on my belly. "No, not your hair looked... your belly changed shape... the babies dropped." I looked into the mirror and was shocked to see exactly what he was talking about.
That would explain why I keep peeing so much! "ya 'iilahi" ( oh my god) he chuckled and nodded his head. "They are getting closer."
