My Stomach Hates Me Ice Age Novels & Stories

Then, I locked it and lowered my voice as I said, "Honey, I'm preparing before the disaster hits us. The ice age is coming." Hayden scanned me over from head to toe, then turned me around once. "You're my wife, alright. You haven't been swapped with a doppelganger. What nonsense are you talking about?" "Your son and daughter told me," I said as I poked my slightly rounded belly. He rubbed his temples and took my hand in his. "Kirsten, aren't your pregnancy symptoms a little too severe? Are you hallucinating because you haven't got enough sleep? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

QUIVA I want ice cream. I suddenly want to eat ice cream. It's late at night. It's past midnight but I really want to eat ice cream. I left the room and went down to the living room. The house was quiet. I'm wearing a crop top shirt, but I covered my stomach with my pajamas. My stomach is not that big yet. Though I can notice it grew a little. It's now rounder. Unlike before when my abs were quite a bit evident. I work out sometimes, that's why I had abs. But the past months, I didn't anymore, especially now. I can still do workouts but not like before. I need to be careful.

“Yes, sir.” “Good girl. At the count of five, you will instantly wake up. It's the safehouse, but Lucio is not here. He sent a servant to give you ice cream. You will collect it and eat. It. Ice cream is not good for your stomach, but you are very hungry. You are so hungry that you eat everything in a hurry. So, you start having a severe stomach ache. Then, you start choking, Turing blue. After that, you will have a seizure. Do you understand” “Yes, sir.”

Adam asks in a tone that suggests that he does not believe it. “No, one meal of such heavy foods eaten quickly because of starvation made me very sick to my stomach. So sick in fact that despite the fact that I feel so hungry I believe I could eat a horse, my stomach does not seem to be able to even handle the glass of room temperature water from the tap.” “You were sick?” He asks, looking her over.

Melody wished that she could go home and rest for a bit but then her stomach did not agree with her because it gave a loud growling noise making Melody turn red with embarrassment "Well I do not think your stomach agrees with you" Rebecca said with a smirk as she started driving to the nearest restaurant

Don't tell me. “No sir! It won't come — AhHhh!” I covered my mouth and just held on to my stomach when he inserted another piece of ice. “No. Please. It's cold.” I am holding my stomach because the cold immediately engulfed there. Especially in my vagina, it is like it became numb. “Yes, it will. Look how you swallow them.” He stopped while holding an ice cube again. “Where did I, last count? You can suck in more, right?”

But after I shut the front door, I take one step back into the living room when my stomach lurches and there’s the acid taste of throw up in my throat. “Oh god,” I gasp and stumble into the bathroom. Right in time because I promptly lose the pizza and ice cream I just ate into the toilet. What could make me feel so horrible? It shouldn’t be the pizza because I’ve been eating pizza since I’m a kid. Nor am I lactose intolerant, so it shouldn’t be the ice cream either. Yet my stomach feels like there’s a rock sitting in it. Wiping my nose with toilet paper, I glance in the mirror. My eyes are glazed and my face is pale.

He continued. “Ohh, that! Yeah, I was. Who wouldn’t be?” “I hope he’s fine now. Has he experienced such ever since?” “Nahh. Actually, the stomach ache was a result of the crazy quantity of ice cream he took the previous day. All I had to do was restrict him from ever taking ice cream” “Oh wow! And did he approve of that? He’s a big boy, you know?” “Oh yes, he did. As a matter of fact, he developed a strong hatred for ice cream and that just worked perfectly for me” I smiled.

It’s like some little part of me that had been living on a ledge in winter has been brought inside and given a blanket. I make a face at myself in the mirror and it makes a face back. “Stop it,” I tell me. “You’re going to get sappy and then you’ll get dehydrated again.” Back on the couch, I try a sip of the ginger ale. My stomach accepts the offering with only a sigh. I try half a saltine. A truce is declared. My body is Switzerland.

She smiles "I think that look on your face was the exact look I had on my face when I first saw my pregnant friend sucking on ice. When I asked her why she explained to me that pregnant women who have trouble keeping food, or even water, down can find solace in ice cubes. Ice does not have any odor and can be digested easily, unlike other nausea-causing foods. She told me that the queasy, early morning feeling has been known to ease just by crunching on ice."