Four months later, it's Saturday morning. My stomach seems so heavy that I couldn't engage in my weekly routine.
I feel so weak and lazy. This is my 9th month already. A month of expectation. This is also my first experience. I'm so happy, I will bring forth a new baby. But at the same time, I'm nervous. I pray I make it through to delivery.
There is enough air in the room. But I've become so restless. The fan is ON, the window is wide open and a whole lot of ventilation. Still, I feel hot right inside of me.
Unable to go for my normal 20-minute walkout just as the doctor had instructed. I feel so dizzy and weak this morning.
With so much effort, I struggled and climbed down from the bed, dragging my whole body with my last strength. I went and brushed up my mouth.
As soon as I came
