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Trying to rebuild my strength was exhausting. The baby seemed to sap it from me as quickly as I regained it. I was gaining weight rapidly, or rather, she was, and my body was struggling just to keep up. Worse, her strength increased and several of her kicks put my recovery time back as she rebroke a rib or did some serious internal damage. Alexandre was beginning to push for an early delivery again, but Cornelius calmed him down by saying that in another week or two, she would probably be too big to do much more than stretch. I sided with Cornelius and bore the new pain as silently as I could, and hid the swiftly disappearing bruises from Alexandre whenever possible. Cornelius increased my blood rations, but carefully, watching me for signs of overfeeding. About a week after they co