Time is flying by. My stomach has turned slightly round during the last week. Now, I can see the difference. At this rate, I'll become like a hay bale way sooner than expected, and I'll roll around instead of elegantly walking.
Thank goodness, Ignis doesn't seem concerned that his wife isn't as pretty as before. He wakes me up with a kiss every morning, and he started touching my stomach more often. Now that it's visible where the baby is, he seems more certain in his caresses. Also, his absurd fear of hurting me with the smallest move has decreased enough to allow us a normal life.
Aida says my child is growing stronger and safer, and that the risk is decreasing as time passes. I shouldn't move too much nor do heavy tasks all the same, but it's comforting to know that my child's life isn't in danger with any step.
She also said that the child will soon come to life. It's a matter of days. Oh, already? It seemed like forever, just a month ago.
