TRIMESTER

By blood was pumping high as if I was on a run when I got up, I was all sweating profusely without any push of something, I stretch my right hand to get my phone on the bed rock.

Phew!! Is just 2.pm”! What!

What a dream, was it real or just weird. I need to see Desmond, like ASAP.

I scrolled down his number to call him when I heard a knock on my door, “who is it? I said fearlessly.

Is me, your mum” she said

Oh!, Coming!

I got up quickly to get the door opened, she entered with much hesitation.

“Are you okay, I heard your voice all the way, you where shouting for help”.

I was in my last trimester and believe me, this is not as easy as I thought, although Desmond was requesting for me to come to the hospital for a scan, he made mention of positioning of the baby and to check the weight too, I never saw it necessary since all he has been asking on the phone where all intact.