Elian;
My back hurts…
In the slow, persistent… deeply annoying way that makes me question all of my life choices and also consider bribing Goddess Thalyra for a spine replacement
I rub the bottom of my back with a quiet hiss as I shift my weight for the umpteenth time.
"Why are you sitting on my spine like that? There are other places to exist." I whisper as I cradle my stomach, and the little bun responds by kicking hard.
I groan before letting out a breath.
"Unbelievable…" I mutter, and silence responds to me.
My palm drifts under my stomach, and I lift it gently. It's round, heavy, and warm.
I let out a small relieved breath, and chuckle at the state of me.
One would think by the third time this would be easier, but this little one is even more stubborn than the first was. And even dares to compete with my second pregnancy.
The baby kicks again, and I can't help but smile this time.
