It's been a week since I got these super comfortable clothes. I made sure to show it off to my sisters and they adored how I looked in them. Of course I look good in them.
Though school seems about normal for me now. I have good grades and I happen to have learned how to control my hunger. Except headaches are still killing me, but nothing I can't handle.
I do have a problem. I've been burping way too much. But I'm still celebrating for my comfortable clothes. Especially my jeans. That black elastic on the top actually stretches. So I've noticed that my belly may have grown a little in this week and the black part of the jean has expanded. Cheers to daddy for that!
It's finally the weekend. I sit at the couch with a bowl of chocolate ice cream with sprinkles and nuts on top of it. Later today I have to go to the facility to talk with Aaron. We agreed to continue my monthly exams at the facility instead.
I watch a show on the way people take old houses and design them into prettier ones. I scoff at this show and say, "If only you could do that with me."
"Hey!" I jump at the loud voice behind me and angrily look at Anna as she jumps on the couch next to me. "Hiya! How you doing?!"
"Are you high or something?" I grumble as I put another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. Anna tries to take a bite and I snatch it out of her grasp. "No. This is mine. Get your own."
"Nope. You know what I'm going to get? A banana and spill it all over your ice cream!"
"Okay!" I say with a wide smile. Anna jumps back up from the couch and beautifully hums a happy melody in the kitchen. I've got to admit. The woman has talent. I've heard her sing in the shower. I've never heard a voice as beautiful and sweet as hers.
Just as I shove another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. I feel an odd rumbling feeling in my stomach. What the heck? I just ate.
Then there it is again, but it's different this time. It's like butterflies in my stomach. Then it's a wiggling feeling; almost like a fish inside of me.
I've blocked out whatever Anna was babbling from the kitchen and stand up quickly. I lay a hand on my womb and try hard to distinguish that butterfly feeling again. I've heard that term too many times out of Aaron's mouth and it could only mean that she's giving signs of life now!
There's that small fish-like feeling again. I do a happy gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. Anna quickly comes over to where I'm at as concern shines in her eyes. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Anna," I whisper softly. I don't know why I'm whispering. It's not like my voice is going to make the baby stop moving. But there it is again. That flutter inside of me. A small spasm. I put a small hand on the bottom part of my bump and the other hand on Anna's arm. "Anna. I think the baby is moving...."
"What?!" Anna whispers excitedly. A wide smile immediately appears on her face as I share her smile. It's stopped now and I beg her to move again. Please. Just one more time.
Then my butterfly wiggles and I chuckle. "Here." I take Anna's hand and put it towards the side of my womb. "Do you feel anything?"
Anna's expression turns sad and she shakes her head. I furrow my brows as I feel that hint of a spasm on the part where Anna is touching. "But I can feel it."
"I think it's too small for me to feel, Viv," Anna gently says. She gives my belly one last loving rub and goes back into the kitchen. "I'm almost done chopping your banana. Go ahead and enjoy--"
But I've blocked her out already as I smile down at my small bump and feel her hints of movements. I'm doing good. I really am doing good.
I anxiously drive to the self defense class so I can go to the facility and tell Shaun what our butterfly has been doing. I can't seem to erase the smile from my face as I walk through and enter the facility. I go directly to the medical section and sit in the waiting room. I'm disappointed when I don't see Shaun there, but Aaron calls for me quickly.
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Can You Hear Your Heart
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