During my pregnancy I was very careful. Around the tenth road public transport, any crowds, aggressive people - in short, everything that could bring physical harm to me and the future child. She was just “turned” in her safety.

One day my mom and I came back from a walk and found a suspicious smell of gas in the kitchen. Mom for the chance sent me out of the kitchen, and began to check if everything was okay with our gas plate.

I sat in the next room and listened tightly. Finally I asked with anxiety, “Are you okay?”

I heard my mother scream, “Lieve me!”

I also slept. by Pol. Covering his head with his hands. I still thought that, probably, now there will be an explosion, the debris of the walls will fly, like in a movie, and that my mother is just a hero, decided to protect me, pregnant, from the explosion, sacrificing herself.

I lie. A minute passed and no explosion. My mom comes into the room and wondered why I was lying on the floor in such a strange position.

It turns out that she heard me say I was not well. She advised him to lie down. Pregnant by no means. And then I went out to see if there was anything – waterboards there, or something else. With the gas, everything was fine.