She reached for the saline spray on the nightstand for the third time that night. Drip, wait, sniff. Nothing.
Outside, the January wind rattled the windowpane. Inside, Mara’s body had become a foreign country—swollen feet, a pelvis that cracked when she turned, and now this: a stuffiness so absolute it felt like betrayal. Her husband, Leo, slept peacefully beside her, one arm flung over his eyes. She envied the easy rise and fall of his chest. stuffiness during pregnancy
“You’re in there with plenty of room,” she whispered. “Lucky you.” She reached for the saline spray on the
She reached for the saline spray on the nightstand for the third time that night. Drip, wait, sniff. Nothing.
Outside, the January wind rattled the windowpane. Inside, Mara’s body had become a foreign country—swollen feet, a pelvis that cracked when she turned, and now this: a stuffiness so absolute it felt like betrayal. Her husband, Leo, slept peacefully beside her, one arm flung over his eyes. She envied the easy rise and fall of his chest.
“You’re in there with plenty of room,” she whispered. “Lucky you.”