HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

The first trimester passed

Today I came to the hospital for a routine check-up, I was so impatient to see my little baby in the stomach.

The age of my womb has entered the fourth month, smooth movements in my stomach have begun to feel, maybe my little baby has now started to want to act in there.

Almost every morning, my husband always routinely massages my legs that always cramp every waking up, I often can not walk because of cramps that come suddenly. Luckily, my husband was always quick to respond when I needed him.

"How, Doc?" my many.

"The content is 15 weeks and 3 days, Miss. The size is about the size of an apple, weighing up to 75 grams with a length of 10 centimeters from head to toe," explained the doctor.

While my husband, he focused on listening to the doctor's explanation without interrupting. I know, all this time she's been looking for a lot of information about pregnancy, she's been like my personal nurse on standby for 24 hours.

"In the second trimester of pregnancy, most pregnant women will experience emotional changes that go up and down, such as excessive anxiety, irritability, irritability, or even stress."

"I hope you really understand this, Ga. Arguing with pregnant women is not a good solution when disagreements, silence and succumbing is the most beneficial thing" continued the doctor. My husband just nodded in understanding as he kept an eye on the monitor screen displaying the sighting of our baby.

Not felt, my tears were flowing, I cried when I saw a little baby relaxing in my womb, I did not expect, now I have brought a beautiful jewel in my body.

"You happy?" my husband asked me, now he's helping me get out of bed.

"Be careful" he said, leading my body back into a chair.

"Has your nausea and vomiting diminished, miss?" ask doctor.

"It's been, much better, Doc. The last week, I only vomited four times, if only normal nausea is still common every morning," I replied.

"What about your appetite?"

"Although not much, but I try to eat as often as possible in small portions."

"Good, keep this up, miss. Take care of your health, reduce excessive physical activity, exercise to taste, because you will also get tired easily."

"I give blood-boosting and appetite-boosting drugs, this is for nausea vomit, but if not excessive, do not need to drink," continue the doctor while explaining the functions of the drug that are lined up on the table.

"When should I go back?" ask husband.

"USG can be done every three months, every two months, or even every month."

"Does that pose no risk?"

"USG does not pose a risk to pregnant women, Ga. At risk of doing X-rays while pregnant."

"Oh, okay. Next month I will come again" my husband said.

"Ready, if there are any questions or complaints, do not hesitate to contact me," said the doctor smiled.

After a long time we talked, I finally invited him to get out of the doctor's room immediately, because the patients behind us had been waiting in line, but when I pulled the hand of the man beside me, he turned back to look at the doctor.

"Geez, Ren. May I ask you something a little personal?" my husband said, he spoke in a soft tone until I had to get close to listen to their conversation.

"What's wrong? just say it."

"Emm, can we keep doing that?" tanyanya.

Hah, why should I ask such a thing anyway?

Are there no other questions?

"Of course I can. With a shorter time and not too often. Do it carefully so that your wife remains comfortable" the doctor replied with a smile.

Again this husband had no shame to ask the doctor. We should be able to find that answer from the internet, you know!

In a fit of annoyance I took him out of the room. It's not me who asked, but I don't know why it feels like I'm also the one who splashes his shame.

"Honey, is that important until you ask the doctor about sex?" I'm just upset, I'm putting my lips together and glancing at him.

"Of course it's important, honey. I've been fasting for over three months, you want me to die standing waiting for six more months?" he said in a clear tone like a persecuted person.

Wherever we go, bang Bimo who is always loyal to be a driver who is ready when needed. My jealous husband began to budge as I asked him to sit sweetly in the back seat with me, although with a heavy heart he accepted the presence of bang Bimo in one car with us, but he still resigned if I asked.

"You want to take a walk?" tanyakanya.

"May," I replied happily, of course spending months sitting at home is a very boring thing.

"We're going to the park or to the mall?" tanyakanya.

"Whatever."

"No answer whatever, to the park or to the mall?" He insists.

"All right, to the mall."

With the cue given by my husband, finally bang Bimo turned the steering wheel towards the parking lot of the big mall in this city. The mall I visited with Salimah a few months ago.

Leisurely walking, we circled the ground floor of this mall at will, bang Bimo only followed us a little further, whereas this man beside me never for a second let go of his hand grip on me.

"What do you want to buy?" tanyakanya.

"Just looking around makes me happy, Honey," I replied smiling.

Indeed, eye wash for some women do not have to buy and have, sometimes just by looking around can be pleasing.

"Alright, we buy clothes for you, preparation if later the clothes at home are not fit," he said, holding my hand up the escalator.

"Well, what will I be so fat that the clothes at home will not fit?"

"Yes, just in case, honey. Besides, I'd be happy if you were wearing a slightly loose shirt, afraid of the little one asphyxiating," he chuckled.

Finally we entered a large store that provides pregnancy products, such as maternity clothes, pregnant pants, pillows, bolsters and various knick knacks pregnant women.

My husband pushed the big trolley in front, while I just followed him. I did not have the intention to buy something, I agreed just because I did not want to make him angry.

"This is a nice, floral motif" he said as he spread a cute negligee in front of his chest. I just nodded.

"We bought this one, yeah, honey. You can sleep well with this too." He inserted a bolster pillow that was sewn together for pregnant women into the trolley.

"What about this?" one pair of gray padded feather sandals also did not escape his sight.

"For what?" to my surprise, there are already more than five pairs of sandals available in the room.

"Of course for you, wearing soft and comfortable sandals is also important so that you are not easily tired when walking."

I breathed a rough breath, I'm pregnant, why is he the one who's crumpled.

After tired of following her around, I decided to sit waiting for her on the long sofa near the cashier table and let her choose whatever she wanted.

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