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Fiore
Six Months Later
Early in the morning, I wake with a groan. I have to pee again, which is unsurprising since the little girl in my womb has been awake all night and it feels like she’s pressing right on my bladder. Flipping back the covers, I lever my pregnant body out of bed, getting up with difficulty.
Dressed in a flowing ivory caftan that Arsen hates, I pad to the bathroom. I pee like a racehorse, knowing already that this will only satisfy me for an hour. God, I loved being pregnant until I reached thirty-eight weeks.
But in the three weeks since then, I have come to view my pregnancy as being overly long and my little girl as being… not an unwelcome guest, but definitely one that is about to overstay her welcome. Swollen feet and hands, stretch marks, backaches…
And do
