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It was now the twenty-second of January. It had been almost two weeks since the baby shower and for the past several days, I was feeling worse and worse. It was like the baby wanted out, but at the same time he was too scared to come out. He would kick and move around, but it was like he was changing positions more than anything. And to top it all off, it was like I had a large heavy ball sitting right on top of my pelvis. I had actually barely been able to move at all lately. I admit, I was miserable.
"Are you OK Mommy?" Zack asked me as we sat down to breakfast that Saturday morning. Artem had carried me like he normally did, and after we ate, I would just sit in the living room either reading or working on some crochet that I was learning to do from Aunt Criztie.
"I'm fine, sweetie. It's just uncomfortable is all."
"Is it the same as it has been?" Doc asked with a worried look. "All in the belly and nothing in the back?"
