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By the end of month six, I couldn\u2019t go anywhere without someone staring like I was about to give birth right there in the middle of the grocery store. Strangers would do that awkward half-smile and ask, \u201cAny day now?\u201d and I\u2019d have to fake-laugh and go, \u201cStill got a few months, actually.\u201d Then their faces would drop like I just told them I was carrying an elephant.<\/p>\n
I get it. I was huge. But I also couldn\u2019t help feeling like everyone thought I was doing something wrong. Like I was overeating or hiding twins or lying about how far along I really was. Even my aunt Lela, who I adore, pulled me aside at a family barbecue and whispered, \u201cSweetheart, are you sure it\u2019s just one in there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Yes, Aunt Lela. I\u2019m sure. The ultrasounds only ever showed one little jellybean in there, kicking around like he owned the place. My doctor said I had extra fluid, but nothing dangerous. Just\u2026 big. Really big.<\/p>\n
But then it got weird.<\/p>\n
At my prenatal yoga class, this woman named Trina wouldn\u2019t stop eyeing my stomach. After class, she caught up to me in the parking lot and said, \u201cYou need to get checked again. I had a friend who looked like you, and\u2014\u201d She stopped herself. \u201cJust\u2026 get another scan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed it off at first, but that night I couldn\u2019t sleep. Her voice kept replaying in my head. I ended up calling my OB the next morning, asking for a last-minute appointment. They squeezed me in two days later.<\/p>\n
I wish I could say that calmed my nerves. But something happened during that visit I wasn\u2019t expecting at all.<\/p>\n
My doctor, Dr. Mahmoud, started the scan like usual, chatting with me about heartburn and cravings. But then he got quiet. Too quiet.<\/p>\n
He squinted at the screen, moved the wand a little, then sat back and said, \u201cHold on. I want to bring in a colleague just to double check something.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart did that awful thump-sink thing, and I blurted out, \u201cIs everything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled, but it felt forced. \u201cI just want to be thorough. Won\u2019t be long.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ten minutes later, another doctor came in\u2014a woman named Dr. Klara who had a calm voice and tired eyes. They stared at the screen together, murmuring stuff I couldn\u2019t make out.<\/p>\n
Finally, Dr. Mahmoud turned to me and said, \u201cSo\u2026 this is a bit unusual. You\u2019re still only carrying one baby, but there\u2019s something else we need to look into. There\u2019s a mass\u2014probably benign\u2014but it\u2019s causing the uterus to stretch more than usual.\u201d<\/p>\n
A mass?<\/p>\n
I felt my throat tighten. \u201cLike a tumor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt could be a fibroid,\u201d he said gently. \u201cThey\u2019re pretty common. Often harmless. But the size of it, paired with the excess fluid, is what\u2019s making your belly look farther along.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded like I understood, but honestly, I was spinning.<\/p>\n
I left that appointment clutching a printout and an appointment slip for a specialist. I sat in the car for twenty minutes, just breathing and trying not to cry.<\/p>\n
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The specialist confirmed it a few days later\u2014one large fibroid, non-cancerous, but big enough to push my baby boy into a weird position and balloon my bump out like I was carrying triplets.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, everything made more sense. The tightness. The way I couldn\u2019t catch my breath after walking up one flight of stairs. Even the occasional jabs of pain I\u2019d written off as normal pregnancy stuff.<\/p>\n
But here\u2019s the twist: the fibroid was also making it hard for them to monitor the baby properly. It was blocking some angles and affecting blood flow to one side of the placenta. They wanted to keep me under weekly observation. \u201cJust precaution,\u201d they said, but I knew it was more than that.<\/p>\n
That was the start of a new routine\u2014ultrasound, check-in, stress test, repeat. My belly kept growing like I was smuggling a beach ball. I stopped going to yoga. I started avoiding the grocery store altogether.<\/p>\n
One evening, about seven weeks before my due date, I felt this deep, throbbing cramp that wouldn\u2019t go away. I tried drinking water, lying on my left side, even walking around the house. Nothing helped.<\/p>\n
I ended up in the hospital that night, and it turned out I was going into early labor.<\/p>\n
Things got blurry after that\u2014monitors beeping, nurses talking fast, my mom rushing in with her shoes half on. They managed to stop the labor that time, but they warned me: this baby might be coming sooner than expected.<\/p>\n
For the next few weeks, I basically lived on the couch with a body pillow and a bag of frozen peas on my lower back.<\/p>\n
And then\u2014on a rainy Tuesday morning\u2014he came.<\/p>\n
Niko.<\/p>\n
Five pounds, eleven ounces. Strong cry. Head full of black hair.<\/p>\n
They had to do a C-section because of the fibroid\u2019s position, and recovery was rough, but I\u2019d never felt so grateful in my life. All the stares, the whispers, the worry\u2026 it didn\u2019t matter anymore. He was here. Safe.<\/p>\n
The fibroid? It shrank on its own a few months later. No surgery needed.<\/p>\n
But you know what stayed with me?<\/p>\n
That feeling of being judged. How quickly people assume something\u2019s wrong just because it looks different. I wish more folks would lead with kindness before curiosity.<\/p>\n
If you ever see a pregnant woman with a huge belly, maybe just smile. Maybe don\u2019t ask if she\u2019s \u201cabout to pop.\u201d She\u2019s probably navigating a whole lot more than you know.<\/p>\n
And if you\u2019re that pregnant woman, feeling overwhelmed and stared at\u2014you\u2019re not alone. Trust your gut. Speak up. Get checked again if something feels off. You know your body better than anyone.<\/p>\n
Thanks for reading. If this story spoke to you, please like and share\u2014it might help someone else feel a little less alone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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