With the restricted movement of her body, she was much more comfortable. While not comfortable entirely, she was feeling much less like her uterus was ripping itself apart than before. A sigh of relief came from her and as the bells rolled by, her sister left and closed the flaps. 

Her husband later whispered to her to stay there when they stopped and she shook her head. She was not sick like him, and while in pain, she wasn't without function. In fact, now that she had rested through the worst of her pain, she felt like she could get up but had elected not to do so while the wagon shook. Once they stopped, she'd be pretty fine.

"I'm okay, I can get it if she's not back by the ring of the bell. I think I'm just feeling so badly because of the shaking. If the shaking wasn't there..." she voiced, annoyed slightly at it as it continued to press at her sides. "You know, I can't wait to come to your house and meet your family." 

It was clear that despite the familiar subject, that she had been thinking about it. Her voice had shifted from the annoyance toward the wagon to almost a droopy happiness in between her moans and whimpers that seemed without end as the pain shot through her repetitively.