Morning light spilled softly through the curtains, turning the bedroom warm and pale gold. I was sitting on the bed with my phone in my hand, scrolling through the comments people had left under my post.
All the support was almost overwhelming. It should have been comforting, and it was, but it was also making my chest ache in that strange, tender way pregnancy seemed to do everything lately.
I was four months pregnant now, and I could feel it in every part of my body—the way my belly felt fuller, the way my breasts had grown heavier and more sensitive, the constant emotional pull, the sudden tears, the hunger, and the way even happiness could make me cry.
Some days I felt fine for a moment and then suddenly tired, hot, dizzy, or too emotional to speak.
