What does lightning feel like when you are pregnant

What does lightning feel like when you are pregnant

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To me, it felt like when your foot falls asleep, but much stronger. The pain after the strike lasted about an hour. My dad(more?)

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What does “Lightning” feel like in pregnancy?

Q: Lightning is when the baby begins to head downward (no pun intended)…What does that feel like at the beginning of it? And when did you begin feeling that?35 weeks pregnant!

A: my son never dropped… untill my water broke

How do you know if you’re having a miscarriage? Please read and help me?

Q: I didn’t even know if I was pregnant. Between last month’s and this month’s pills, I missed two weeks because I didn’t have enough money to renew my prescription. I did have sex in that time without a condom, but he pulled out. I know this isn’t the most effective form of birth control, so please don’t berate me or try to preach to me, I know I shouldn’t have. So I continued taking my pill when I got my prescription.Now, for the past three weeks, I’ve been having weird symptoms. I felt tired and emotional, my lower belly felt different – it’s hard to describe. On Sunday night (today’s Wednesday) my lower back and legs were hurting like you wouldn’t believe, and I was emotional and crying and I didn’t know why. I was spotting the slightest bit. I couldn’t handle my leg and lower back pain, it was so bad that I couldn’t sleep. Then this morning, after a sudden lightning storm in my lower abdomen, I started bleeding a lot and just now there were weird clots coming out. I’ve never had anything like this come out of me before, I didn’t know what they were. And then the cramps started to get worse and I basically had to crawl back to my room. I don’t know what’s going on, is it possible that I was only a month or less pregnant and I didn’t know it, and now I’m miscarrying? Or could I just be having a really weird and excruciatingly painful period? Either way, I’m extremely emotional and numb all at the same time, I don’t know what to do or how to feel. Please help me reach some peace of mind…Thank youAs relieved as I would be if I wasn’t pregnant…I would have loved to be. If I knew or found out that I was, then I would have done whatever I could to give birth to that baby. I’m only on the pill cause now’s not a good time for me and my boyfriend, but the idea of a baby doesn’t disgust us. So the thought of possibly having a miscarriage is destroying me

A: im sorry but ive had a miscarriage and my friend has too i had a missed miscarriage and she had to pass the baby … she is sitting next to me and she said GO TO THE EFFIN HOSPITAL!!! those were the same symptoms she had

Could This Be A Good Story?

Q: I found this on my computer awhile ago, it’s a project I did in sixth grade. I was thinking about turning into something more, since this is just a rough draft. Tell me what you guys think. =) I’m running past the conifers, my dress brushing against the rough bark. You need to get away from that place. I tell myself. I’m actually surprised that I’m going in the first place. I didn’t think I’d have the grit to go through with it, but now I know this decision is for the best. I am glad that I’m leaving, far away from every thing. From my pregnant, 14-year-old younger sister, Tammy. Away from my abusive boyfriend,Andy. And now I can start living my life, the way I should. The rain spatters on my grey raincoat, and lightning flashes across the sky while thunder crashes. Fear slices through me as a luminance ribbon hits the ground less than 500 yards away from me. I have never realized how dangerous this really was. But this is for the best, right? Right. I try to convince myself, but it doesn’t matter. Too late to turn back now, anyway. The trees start thinning and I can see city lights. I wonder where I am, but I have no notion of where I’m heading. I reach the city by dawn. Realizing it may be strange for normal people to see a dirty teenager wandering on the street. I crawl under a bridge and try to sleep. The sun is out, but it’s no match when the snow starts falling. I wrap my arms around myself and try to concentrate on something else. But it’s impossible. Finally, the cold is just too much, and I crawl into an empty drainpipe. I squeeze easily through the bars meant to keep trash out, and find that it’s not much warmer inside here either. I crawl farther into the tunnel. On my hands and knees, I slush through the moldy labyrinth. Two bass voices echo in the grotto which I am confined to. I try to find my way out, but I know I’m just paranoid. It’s probably just someone on the street above, their voices somehow echoing into the drainpipe. Then I hear shuffling. And I’m sure someone’s in here with me. I’m not that I can run if I need to. I turn, and under several moon beams shining through the drain, a grimy man in baggy clothes and stubble on his face spots me. I scream, and he starts after me. On instinct, I stand up to run, but end up hitting my head on the cement ceiling. I fall down, blood spilling down my face and into my mouth. The cold doesn’t bother me anymore. Now all I’m worried about is this man, and why he’s chasing me. Probably to molest me. I try to drive away this thought and run as fast as I can crouched on the ground. I finally see light at the end of the drainpipe, and start going even faster. I try to jump through the metal bars, hitting my head again. More blood. As soon as I’m out, I start running. I’m in the suburbs, I can tell. And it’s night, or early morning. I can’t tell. I run and run and run until I can’t no more, and finally collapse on some poor family’s lawn. I wonder what they’ll think when they find me. I’ll probably be dead. Either that or in a hospital, in which case I’ll have to explain everything and have to go back to that place. Where Andy would be waiting for me. Were my new niece or nephew will be wanting me to hold them. None of which I could do. I tried to open my eyes, but unable to do so. I can’t move. The grass is damp, but I don’t care. I hear people coming out of their houses, picking up their new papers. I wait for them to find me. Then I hear the gasps. The screams, the nervous laughs thinking it’s a joke. It feels like an hour, but then I’m being lifted into an ambulance. The siren doesn’t shriek. Does that mean I’m dead? No, I can’t be. I can’t hear it, so if it weren’t blaring then it would make sense that I wouldn’t hear it. But they don’t turn the siren on when the person is dead? I awake wrapped in a sweaty, plastic sheets. A nurse comes in and gives me some foul tasting liquid. A cop comes and questions me, I play dumb. I won’t go back there. I did hit my head, I could fake amnesia. Then I would go to a foster home or something. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I don’t have to go back. I close my eyes and smile at that thought. Never again would I have to suffer that way. Never again would I lie awake hearing Tammy crying, never again put up with Andy’s thrashes. No, my life would change. And it would be all right.

A: oh. my. god! this is awesome! really good. its shocking to learn a 6th grader wrote it! you definately could turn it into a book! just like, go through, flesh it out. you could go into detail about what happened before but i wouldnt. i like the start. that could be like, 2-5 chapters with proper detail.the writing is great, the idea is great. if you do turn it into a book, i want to read it!