C312 Adopt Migratory Birds

But... the sadness in my heart was like a heavy stone, pressing down on me so hard I couldn't sleep. It was like a huge cloud pressing down on my chest.

I lay on my bed, looking up at the moonlight, and at last, when the child kicked me again, I could not help getting up and moving lightly to the little balcony, dragging my heavy belly with one hand, and resting my other hand on the railing