Mom I Threw Up Meme Novels & Stories

The smell of blood left me feeling nauseous and sick. “I need to use the toilet,” I whispered. “No, you are not getting me this time—” He never got to finish, I threw up. “Fuck,” he hissed, as I threw up everything I never knew my stomach still held, but it didn’t stop until I was dry-heaving “Are you sick or something?” “I’m fucking pregnant you fool,” I breathed, wipping my mouth. “Get into the shower.” “No.” “Would I have to slap sense into you another time?”

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Dad was just about to take a moment to rest when I began to vomit violently again. This time, I threw up straight on the couch. The stench of decay filled the entire house, and the couch was completely ruined. Dad was on the verge of a breakdown, yet he still patiently came over to clean up after me. I wanted to open my mouth to say I was sorry. But as soon as I did, I suddenly began to laugh uncontrollably. The sharp, bizarre laughter was like nails scraping a chalkboard. The steel needles churned wildly in my brain. I passed out completely from the pain, and the memory ended abruptly.

I threw a glance at my mother, "...when I have an uninterrupted sound sleep." Aunty Vicky snorted, and smartly disguised it as a cough when Mama rolled her eyes at my statement. "Well, it's obvious that I'm not needed here. Since you two want to gossip, and throw accusations in my face, I'm going to go upstairs to the only one who understands me. My husband." With that, she hopped down the stool, gulped down her coffee and then sashayed out of the kitchen. Aunt Vicky and I waited for a little bit to make sure she was out of earshot, and then we burst into loud peals of laughter. "God, your mum is such a drama queen." She groaned out, seemingly exhausted from laughing so much.

Apocalypse KENYA POV Gosh it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. I thought to myself as I clutched my stomach in a tight grip and groaned as the muscles of my now empty stomach jerked up and kicked whatever that was remaining of food in my stomach. The sound of my best friend gagging into the phone speaker had me chuckling after I had thrown up a fair share into the toilet, then dropped to the floor and wiped my puke-smeared mouth before groaning out loud.

Finally, I close my eyes and sleep. It's already morning, and it's Monday again, the worst day ever. I stretch my arms as I go outside my room and look at my kitchen. I prepare my breakfast, and after a while, I take out my phone and check Mimo's account on I*******m. She posts her picture while making a sad face with a caption. - I don't know what to say! I hate him so much!!!!! -

Tobi’s father asked. I almost choked with the water, I was drinking. They were all now looking at me, I didn’t know what to say. “Mom..” I uttered. Mom is now glaring at me, she was intently glaring at me. “Young ladies do that when they are pregnant, throwing up because the smell of the on their end, smells horrible.” Tobi’s father added. I gulped, and couldn't move where I was standing. “I’m the father,” Tobi blurted out like it was nothing.

She thought because she really hated to throw up but every time she got sick she did it. She kept those world in mind and on that same day she ate a strange fruit and the stomach ache started again. Then she kept saying to herself: "I will not throw up! I hate throwing up!" and most important "It is all in my head!" But then her mother said in that sweet one mothers have: " Please Bia, forget what your father said, sometimes we do need to throw up because something we ate is not doing good to us" But Bia was already convinced she would not throw up, she was just sad her mother wanted her to do it. So she started to cry and yell louder: I do not want to throw up!

"Mom, I had no problem with you being here, but I had a problem with you coming unannounced; you didn't even inform me, Mom." "Like I said earlier, I just wanted to surprise you!, Gosh! You are a pain in the ass!" She commented, rolling her eyes before pulling her heels off. "I--" I slapped my mouth close, clenching my stomach as I felt the urge to puke. I raced out of the couch and weefnt straight to the sink to throw up. I AM SO DOOM FOR SURE!

, sumi mom encouraged his son cheeky acts “Mom he is just teassss " , my words went stuck in my throat as I felt my body flipped and I was upside down suddenly. Oh my he threw me on his shoulders and carrying me forward. “Whoa this is what I call a shot …” , Vyom bhai/brother clicked a picture of us. I face palmed myself shouting at Krish to leave me but he just slapped my hip making me gulp in anxious. "KRISH FAMILY IS HERE ..BEHAVE"

Bile filled my mouth as soon as I clamped down on the screams. "Whoa girl, if you're going to be sick you need to let us know so we can get you something to throw up in. If you throw up on me, I'm going to be pissed," she chastised me. I just gave her a pitiful look and indicated the nearest garbage can, knowing full well if she was going to keep poking at me that there was no way I was going to be able to keep my breakfast down. "Is Mommy gonna be okay?" asked Johnathan as he scooted closer.