Two Eyes Cenote help me, i'm out of breath again

up until now, inji hadn't known for certain. her life carried on once she knew her season had dwindled, and she returned to working. her days were a haze of writing songs and tending the flame of muat-riya, preparing meals; emptying stores for the oncoming spring harvest. and in the evenings, whenever she was able, she slept at the side of khusobek.
it was this morning, however, hours before the sun was set to filter through the halls that she noticed something; a feeling. a hunch. a chill ravaged her spine, and along with it came a tingling in her limbs.
lying atop her bedfurs, she found herself staring down at the soft curvature of her belly and wondering if it would soon change.