As the months passed, Aira’s pregnancy progressed steadily, marking time in a way that felt both physical and deeply personal.
Her body changed first.
Subtly at the beginning, then in ways she could no longer ignore. Movements became slower. Fatigue lingered longer than it used to. There were mornings when simply getting out of bed required more effort than she expected.
But alongside that—
Something else was growing.
Not just life within her.
But strength.
Balancing coursework with physical exhaustion demanded a level of discipline she hadn’t known she possessed. Her days were carefully structured now, each hour accounted for, each task approached with quiet determination.
There was no one to rely on.
No one to step in when she felt overwhelmed.
So she adjusted.
She learned.
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