Just The Girl

Chapter 19

D A H L I A

The next day had my body all sore and tired, but I needed to get up in order to eat for me and Athy.

Athy.

That's what I have been calling her since yesterday. I figured that Athanasia was too long say, and Athy was a perfect nickname for this child—my parents both loved it, all my friends loved it as well. So now, albeit the soreness in my body, I slowly marched down the flight of stairs to get to the kitchen, and plan to cook myself a hearty meal for lunch.

My mom was at the office, as usual. Dad was having a meeting with some clients. It has been 2 months since my father has been helping out Ama with her company. Her siblings weren't all happy about it, considering that taking over Ama's business once she retires was a pressuring competition, most especially for Uncle Robert.

But everyone knew Ama had favored my dad. She may not show it, but it's clear.

Ilyon, Feather, and Marvin were at school for the school mid-year ender clean up.

I'm already in my third trimester, in my 7th month of my pregnancy. Dr. Woods told me that I might experience heightened symptoms compared to how I felt them during the early days of my pregnancy. So, feeling lethargic, tired, and sore were expected to be normal during this trimester.

Arriving at the kitchen, I let out a sigh when I realized that cooking was going to take too much time for me, and standing up with this weight on my stomach was going to drain me before I could even eat a meal. So, I decided to just order delivery.

Ivan: Hey, just finished with class. I'll be right there in 20 minutes.

Ivan had sent me a text, sending him an okay as a response as I turned on the television. I ordered chicken for lunch, the app telling me that it would take 30 minutes for everything to get prepared before delivering. Days like this would consist of me waiting for my friends here at home, waiting for both of my parents to be done with their work, and do what I can do around the house as I spend the day with Anya sleeping in my belly.

"You're so quiet, baby." I smiled down at my belly, caressing it softly over my shirt. "No kicks for mommy today?" She hasn't been giving me kicks ever since yesterday. Although Dr. Woods had informed me that kicks from the baby would come as often now that I'm in my third trimester, but today she wasn't giving me any kicks.

My hands started to get shaky and clammy, sweat beading against my forehead, and my chest twisting as my breathing started to become hollow.

Right, I forgot to take my medication today.

I stood up, went to the kitchen, and sorted through the medicine cabinet. My psychiatrist, Dr. O'Brien, was still prescribing me medication for my GAD. Before when I knew that I was pregnant, I only would take the medication as needed, but now that I am with child, my hormones aren't exactly in par with my GAD. So now I'm taking the medication every day, so I won't feel my symptoms as worse as it usually is. My symptoms include difficulty in breathing, my body going numb, my heartbeat in disturbed rhythm, and possible cardiac arrest—all of which is very dangerous for Athy.

After popping a pill in my mouth and downing it with water, the doorbell had suddenly rung. I thought delivery was going to take 30 minutes? I guess they're early today. Just thinking about food had made my stomach grumble. The delivery man had rang the doorbell again, making me move on my feet. "Just a second!" I chirped happily, making my way towards the front door. I went down the small steps of our patio, carefully walking towards our front gate.