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Aurora Styles

At this point in my pregnancy, I think I owe my life to two things. One of those is my birthing ball and the other is my pregnancy pillow.

I'm 35 weeks and 4 days pregnant, and the amount of pressure and pain resting in my hips from the weight of the bump, is driving me up the wall. From memory I'm not sure if Dove was as heavy as baby peach, but I know baby peach is measuring smaller than Dove was.

My hair is currently being brushed by Harry, the both of us having just gotten out of the shower together. The sky is still bright out, but it's getting darker, the evening quickly approaching us.

I couldn't even tell you what we did today.

I'm not totally sure if that's due to pregnancy brain, or if it's just because my mind is elsewhere; focusing on what tomorrow is.

April 16th. Grandma's death anniversary.

Anne walks into the living room with my bottle of water in her hands, smiling at me as my sweatpants are rested beneath the bump, a small crop top just covering my sore as fuck boobs on my top half. "Iced water for you sweetheart, how are you feeling after your shower?"

I take a much needed sip before answering her, Harry throwing my hairbrush down on the floor next to me and putting some oil in my ends as I reply to her, "Good I think? The bump is just so heavy and I'm so uncomfortable at this point. Is it normal to feel really tight and lots of pressure? I didn't have this feeling with Dove, I'm getting worried."

She's nodding instantly, placing her warm hand on my bump to feel the kicks she can see protruding against my skin, "In the last few weeks, I had the same feeling with Harry. I promise it's normal, it's just your body preparing you to deliver a baby within the next few weeks or so."

Harry moves his hands from my hair to my shoulders, giving me a slow and deep massage on the tense muscles, my entire body reacting from the instant relief I feel. I really couldn't ask for anything more from him, he's truly been my saviour over these last few months, and I am immensely grateful for everything he's done for me.

When we were walking out of the hospital following his car accident, he promised he would be there at any second of the day, to give me absolutely anything that I needed, from beginning to end. And I can absolutely say, he's kept his promise, never questioning or asking me why. He just did.

I rub my hands over my bump in continuous circles, still having moments where I'm in disbelief over this. I'm really cooking another baby. And I'm really nearly at the end.

Harry takes notice of my actions, kissing my cheek before asking in a hushed voice, "Do you want me to rub your belly now?" 

I nod in reply, Harry kissing my cheek before shifting in front of me, getting on his knees as he opens the pot of pregnancy specific body cream. He rubs the product between his hands to warm it up, before bringing his touch down onto the bump, moisturising my skin the way it is begging for at this point.

He displays his hands out like a butterfly, his thumbs in the middle as they rub a massage into me, his fingers fluttering around on the edges as my skin is coated in the cream. I sigh in relief at the feeling, Harry paying every inch of the bump attention before reaching for the pregnancy oil and giving me a long massage.

Anne helps me up as Harry stands, walking around behind me to lift the weight of the bump off me, this being the best feeling in the world. I sigh in relief, the most relief I have ever felt, my head throwing back onto his shoulder as I get to feel like myself for a few minutes.

When I started to really complain about the weight, at about 32 weeks pregnant, Harry found this pregnancy specific body tape that lifted my bump up for a few hours, providing me with relief for an extended period of time.