By the eighth month of pregnancy, everyday movements required careful effort. Standing, sitting, or even turning in bed felt challenging as my body constantly changed. Though exhaustion was part of each day, there was also a quiet pride in knowing I was carrying a new life.
One evening, what should have been a simple trip to the local market with my husband left me completely drained. By the time we returned home, my back ached and my ankles were swollen, the weight of the day settling heavily on my body.
