Regina
I rolled out of bed on Monday feeling like I’d been hit by a train. And when I say rolled out of bed, I do mean rolled, because sitting up was no longer an option. I groaned as I got to my feet and slowly stood up.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Japheth asked, lifting his head from the pillow.
“Nothing really,” I tried to stretch out my lower back. “Just a little headache, that’s all.”
Maybe it was more than a little headache, but I didn’t want Japheth to worry. I figured it was all part and parcel of being very pregnant. I waddled down the hall to the bathroom, noting that my legs felt even heavier than usual, and that the skin on my feet felt tight from being swollen and stretched.
Even getting on and off the toilet felt like a Herculean task.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face,
