The afton family: new life

Chapter 6: Clara's Morning Routine While Pregnant

Clara's days had always been busy, but now, with a new baby on the way, her morning routine had taken on a new rhythm—one that required a bit more patience and a lot more energy. Being pregnant for the fourth time wasn't entirely unfamiliar territory, but it was a unique experience each time, bringing its own set of challenges and joys.

Each morning began with the soft chime of her alarm clock at 6:00 a.m. Clara would lie in bed for a few moments, her hand resting gently on her growing belly, feeling the soft flutters of movement inside. It was a peaceful moment, a quiet reminder of the new life she was nurturing. She'd take a deep breath, center herself, and prepare for the day ahead.

Carefully, she'd swing her legs over the side of the bed, mindful of the slight dizziness she often felt in the mornings now. Pregnancy had a way of making even the simplest movements feel monumental, but Clara had learned to adapt. She would reach for the small glass of water on her bedside table and take a few sips, easing the dry sensation in her throat. Hydration had become crucial, especially with the nausea that sometimes hit her without warning.

After taking a moment to steady herself, Clara would make her way to the bathroom, where she'd start her day with a splash of cool water on her face. The chill would wake her up, chasing away the last remnants of sleep. She'd look at herself in the mirror, taking in the subtle changes in her appearance—her face was a bit rounder, her eyes a little more tired, but there was a glow there too, a quiet contentment that came with carrying new life.

Next came the routine she'd established to help combat morning sickness. Clara had discovered early on that a light snack first thing in the morning could make all the difference. She kept a stash of plain crackers and ginger biscuits in the kitchen for just this purpose. As she nibbled on a cracker, she could feel the nausea subside, allowing her to continue with her morning.

William would usually wake up shortly after, always with a smile and a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Good morning," he'd whisper, his voice filled with warmth. Despite the chaos of their busy lives, he always made a point to check in with her, to see how she was feeling.

"Morning," she'd reply, managing a small smile. "Just getting through it, one day at a time."

William would nod, understanding. He'd then head to the kitchen to start the coffee, a small act of service that had become a comforting routine for both of them. While Clara couldn't enjoy her usual cup of coffee anymore, she found solace in the aroma filling the kitchen, a familiar scent that anchored her to her routine.

As she finished her light snack, Clara would move to wake the children. Elizabeth, still small enough to need a little extra coaxing, would usually be the first stop. Clara would gently shake her awake, speaking softly to rouse her from her dreams. "Come on, sweetheart. Time to get up."

Elizabeth would groan, her eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep. "Mama, I'm still tired," she'd mumble, but she'd sit up, rubbing her eyes. Clara would smile and help her out of bed, guiding her to get dressed for school.

Next, Clara would move to Chris's room. He was usually already half-awake, curled up under his blankets with his Fredbear plush. "Morning, Chris," Clara would say, her voice soft but firm. "Time to get up."

Chris would nod, slowly sitting up and stretching. He was getting better at mornings, Clara noted. Less resistant than he used to be, though still a bit groggy. "Morning, Mom," he'd reply, his voice still thick with sleep.

Michael, being the oldest, was often already up by the time Clara reached his room. She would knock gently on his door and peek in. "You up, Michael?"

"Yeah, I'm up," he'd respond, already dressed and pulling on his sneakers. He'd give her a quick smile, a hint of his growing maturity shining through. Clara would nod, feeling a sense of pride in her eldest son. He was handling all the changes well, and she was grateful for his help around the house.

With the children waking up and getting ready, Clara would turn her attention to breakfast. Cooking while pregnant was a bit of a challenge—some days, certain smells would turn her stomach, making it difficult to focus. But she'd found a few staples that were manageable: scrambled eggs, toast, oatmeal with honey and fruit. She'd move carefully around the kitchen, mindful of her balance, trying not to overexert herself.

The kids would slowly filter into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. William, already in his work attire, would help set the table and pour juice for the kids. It was a small but significant partnership, one that made the mornings run a bit smoother.

As they all sat down to eat, Clara would take a moment to appreciate the scene before her. Her family, her home—it was far from perfect, but it was hers. Even with the morning sickness, the fatigue, and the growing list of responsibilities, there was a deep sense of love that filled the room. The kids would chatter about their plans for the day, Michael sharing stories from school, Elizabeth giggling about her friends, and Chris quietly listening, occasionally chiming in.

After breakfast, Clara would usher the kids to finish getting ready—brushing their teeth, grabbing their backpacks, and making sure they had everything they needed for the day. It was a bit of a whirlwind, but they managed. William would kiss her goodbye, his hand lingering on her belly for a moment, a silent exchange of love and support.

"Take it easy today," he'd remind her gently before heading out the door. "Remember to rest."

Clara would nod, smiling despite herself. "I will," she'd promise, knowing full well that resting was easier said than done with three kids and a house to manage. But she appreciated the sentiment, the way he always made sure to check in, to remind her that she wasn't alone in this.

As the kids headed out the door to catch the bus, Clara would finally have a moment to herself. She'd take a deep breath, leaning against the doorframe, feeling the morning sun warm her face. It was only mid-morning, but already she felt a sense of accomplishment. She'd made it through another morning, another small victory in the long journey of pregnancy and motherhood.

Clara would then head to the living room, where she'd settle into her favorite chair with a cup of herbal tea. She'd take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through her, easing some of the tension in her body. She'd close her eyes for a moment, allowing herself a few minutes of peace before the day truly began. There was still so much to do, but for now, in this quiet moment, she was content.

As she rested, her hand would instinctively move to her belly, feeling the gentle movements of her unborn child. She would smile softly, feeling a deep sense of connection and love. This was her life—a life filled with challenges, yes, but also filled with love, laughter, and the promise of new beginnings. And that, she thought, was more than enough.

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