I fell asleep feeling cramps on my lower belly just like what the doctor predicted. When I woke up, I still had the hot compress placed on my lower belly, and it still feels pretty warm. Veronica must have been checking on it replaced it to make sure it stayed hot. That was really nice of her. I looked at the clock and it is already a few minutes past 12 noon. I was still lying on my back and haven't moved from the same position that I was in as when I woke up, when the door flew open and Ram came rushing inside. He was sweating a little as if he ran to get to me. He seemed worried and agitated as well.
He walked towards me and touched my forehead. I wonder why when people find out you're sick, they check your temperature and always assume you're running a fever. Ram was doing the same th
