You groan and roll your head to the side. Moving your body is a lot harder, but you manage to do it.
The squirming doesn't stop. You slowly drag a hand up your naked body, letting it stop on the side of your swollen, pulsating middle. Something squirms into your hand, pushing it up. It almost hurts.
You wince as it moves towards your popped-out navel. Now it DOES hurt. The tightness of your skin paired with the strength of your child makes pain throb from where they push out against their carrier's womb. You groan out loud again, head tilting your head back, and pulling your knees up until your thighs hit your underbelly. There's a sharp kick against those too, and you suck your breath in.
You make a noise more akin to a gurgle than anything else as the limb digging into the thin flesh by your navel mercifully disappears, only for another to dig into your organs. Your lungs are squished, making you sharply and suddenly exhale. A growl of frustration this time. You'd be fine with them leaning on anything other than your lungs. Now you can barely breathe.
You wheeze into the dark of your bedroom as what you can only assume is a foot digs into your underbelly. There's a slight gurgle as it moves down towards your crotch, which you haven't seen in months now.
Luckily, that foot retracts soon, leaving your already abused bladder alone. You push thoughts of your poor bladder out of your mind quickly, as if just thinking about it will spawn the urge to start the ritual of waddling back to the bathroom again. All you get is a sharp kick almost directly to the navel. You wheeze.
You finally open your eyes, and in the almost-darkness, you look down to glare at the outline of your full-term swell. Usually, people tell you, activity slows down as you get closer to your due date and giving birth. You scowl. You hate to think about it, but all this squirming and kicking is probably an omen for going overdue. Great.
You moan in relief as the pressure on your lungs disappate. Finally, they let up. You move the hand on the side of your belly up to the top of it, just in front of your chest. Then, slowly, you move it slowly down the thick line bisecting your baby bump, invisible to you in the dark. Kicks and squirms follow your palm as it moves, many of which make you grunt or wheeze from the pain.
At least you know they're healthy in there...
When your hand reaches your crotch, you sigh. Despite all the discomfort and pain, there's a certain charm to being this fucking big. While your womb's occupant's near-constant movements can be a pain, you enjoy it. Sort of. In a roundabout kind of way.
You sigh again as you close your eyes. There's a gurgle from your tightly packed belly, and your eyes fly open soon after as a full body roll ripples through your womb. It leaves you panting, but after that...
Nothing. They've finally calmed down. For the moment, at least.
Some rest is in order. They like to move a lot when you try to sleep, so it's a rare thing for you nowadays. Closing your eyes yet again, you gently rub into your stretched flesh with your thumb.
After this is all over, you think you'll miss this.
