I woke that night to yet another roll of nausea followed by more mourning sickness. It had been this way the past 4 and a half months and I was really getting sick of it. Aleya was extremely helpful as was Urban but no one understood the pain I was going through. My back hurt constantly, my feet felt like I had run a marathon and I was still having terrible bouts of vomiting about once a month.
I had attempted to begin dancing, only to pass out from exhaustion, as soon as I had gotten the hang of it. I loved watching Urban dance though, in the time I had become pregnant he had become a full fledged dancer, going through the ceremonial dances of passage and what not. Watching him or Aleya dance always brought tears to my eyes, partly because I was extremely emotional from the pregnancy, but mostly because they were beautiful beyond belief.
All in all not much had happened in 4 and a half months, I had not spoken to my parents, and I later found out that they, as well as Kimber were planning to move to the Hawks keep. None of them had any idea that I was pregnant, for I as well as the dancers tried to keep it as secret as possible. I rarely left the nest and when I did I would wear extremely baggy dancers clothing, specially made to hide my baby bump.
AS for the baby bump, It was very obvious that I was pregnant, when I wasn't wearing baggy clothing, I was big, almost overly so for how along I was, but the doctors at the nest assured me that nothing was wrong with my baby. And if there was I didn't know if I could live with my self. No matter how much trouble, and pain the unborn child inside of me caused, I loved it, and I talked to it every day. It was apart of me that I could never give up, Never.
I rolled over to my side attempting to get the terrible nausea to subside. I felt Urban shift, closing the small gap between us, and I snuggled closer to his chest, breathing in his wonderful scent. I felt his hand instinctively reach for my stomach, and I obliged, shifting to my back so he could reach it easier. His hand found my stomach, reaching under my loose fitting shirt. His cold fingers lightly brushed my swollen belly gently, while he continued to lightly snore. I sighed, His cold hands felt amazing, rubbing small circles up and down my stomach. I placed my own hand atop his. As I did this I felt a small bit of pressure on the side of my abdomen as the baby kicked. I smiled closing my eyes yet again.