George on the other end of the phone seemed helpless, repeatedly assuring me that he would definitely be home before I gave birth.
Eventually, Tracy's belly stopped growing, and she could only lie in bed, gasping for breath, surrounded by the stench of feces and urine.
She could no longer get up to use the toilet and had to rely on a bedpan, but with her excessive weight, it was difficult to clean herself properly.
Watching Tracy rot away in bed, I couldn't help but chuckle.
There was only one month until the due date, and I had already packed my hospital bag, eagerly anticipating the arrival of my child.
However, Tracy suddenly began to act up, crying out every day that she felt terrible and wanted to go to the hospital.
The family tried to comfort and persuade her, telling her to endure it for the sake of the baby.
"You're carrying a dragon prince. He's definitely different from an ordinary child. If you're feeling uncomfortable, just bear with it for the baby."
But soon, her discomfort kept her awake all night, and she lost a lot of weight.
Every day, she screamed and cursed at everyone, venting her pain.