The end of summer was near. October was just a few days away. The sun warmed the earth with hot days that caused one to sweat after being outside for only a few minutes.
Sara raised up from plucking one of the last tomatoes from the drooping plant. She placed it in the bucket with the squash and peppers she had gathered. She grunted and pressed her hands to the small of her back. It was getting harder to bend down and do the simple things.
The child that caused the discomfort shifted at that moment. Sara closed her eyes and waited for the baby to settle and the discomfort to end. Carrying a child wasn’t the joyful time as many women had proclaimed. Sara say nothing joyful about it.
Once the nausea had passed, she found only discomfort. She coldn’t sleep at night. She struggled to put her shoes on as the months went by. Picking the vegetables and gathering eggs was a struggle. She tired easily. Milking the cow had become a struggle, but she would not complain.