Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan Novels & Stories

MAEVE The next morning, I woke up to a terrible feeling of nausea. The build-up was slow and oddly disturbing. One moment, I was seated in my bed, confused and trying to soothe my disturbed stomach in whatever way possible, and the next, a deep rumble in my stomach had me hurriedly climbing out of the bed and rushing towards the restroom. I pushed the door open and in my haste, I crashed to my knees, before the toilet and pushed the lid open.

* The next morning came slowly—sunlight peeking through the curtains, the house still quiet from the night’s exhaustion. I felt… off. At first, I thought it was the late-night sugar or the long hours on my feet. But the queasiness settled fast, curling in my stomach like something familiar—too familiar. I barely made it to the bathroom in time. When the nausea passed, I sat back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. My mind raced through a calendar I hadn’t checked in weeks, maybe more. I’d been so busy with wedding planning, then the honeymoon, then settling back into work and Nora’s school…

"The doctor will give you some ointment and there's medicine you have to take." "Okay. Can you help me to put the food tray down?” Now her stomach could no longer wait. She had to eat before the worms in her stomach protested because she just realized that since yesterday afternoon she hasn't eaten anything. Guess what she ate yesterday afternoon? A cookie and a milkshake which she took a few gulp because she felt nauseous after the second gulp. The milshake taste weird. It tastes weirder than pregnant milk. And after that she did not fill her stomach with anything else until this morning.

he asked, pointing to the single piece of toast on my plate, along with a glass of orange juice. "I can't eat much in the morning," I admitted, immediately regretting it as that only started happening after the pregnancy. He looked at me, appearing intrigued, and I avoided his gaze, fearing to let anything that could arouse his curiosity show. I picked up the toast and took a small bite, feeling a slight nausea, something I hadn't experienced before, and that moment was the most inappropriate time for it to happen. I tried to control the wave of sickness that was taking hold of me, now verging on vomiting, keeping my head down and feeling the world start to blur a bit.

Nodding as she comes in, her kind features pull on a few heartstrings and the similarities between her and Grandma June still amaze me. “So tell me what's been going on,” she says plopping down in front of me on a rolling stool. “Well, it started, maybe a week ago? But I’ve been sick to my stomach on and off, sometimes it comes with dizziness too” “I see, do you throw up any or just an achy feeling” “I’ve thrown up a few times, this morning after training was one of them. I did eat breakfast today, my appetite has come and gone the last few days especially. I think my body was just surprised at the food.”

"Congratulations on your pregnancy, Mrs. Emily. This is your first pregnancy, correct? And how far along are you?" "Thank you, Doctor. Yes, this is my first pregnancy. I'm about six weeks along." Dr. Lisbet nodded. "Alright, I will examine you. Have you been experiencing symptoms like nausea, vomiting, or fatigue?" Emily nodded weakly. "Yes, Doctor. Just this morning, I suddenly felt nauseous and lost my appetite. Is that normal?" "Yes, that's normal. It's called morning sickness, a common pregnancy symptom caused by hormonal changes. It's not dangerous but can be quite bothersome."

Even her stomach was now starting to twist like it was knotting itself into something she did not understand. She pressed a palm to her midsection, trying to ground herself. Was it an allergy? Something she ate at the office? What followed next was nausea; it crept up her throat slowly, then faster, like it had been waiting all along. A sickly taste instantly flooded her mouth as her body jerked forward. She barely made it to the toilet in time. Violent heaves forcefully tore out of her. Her whole body shook. Her forehead grazed the stall wall as she pushed out the undigested breakfast and the drink of a few minutes ago.

I wanted to just enjoy my lunch in peace, scrolling through reels to entertain myself. “I'm not pregnant Maya." I muttered assertively. Without another word, I took a spoonful of pasta into my mouth. My teeth went into digest mode, chewing vigorously for half a second before passing it down my throat. Almost instantly, I felt a nauseating feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I quickly forced myself to swallow, hurrying up another spoonful to replace the sudden unfriendly taste in my mouth. "I'm not saying you're pregnant, I'm just saying you should…”

Maren said, and the way she said it had a weight to it that I didn't understand until weeks later. The morning sickness came back my third day up. I'd been eating more by then, bread and soup and the eggs from the chickens she kept behind the garden. But every morning when the light hit the window I'd feel that slow roll start in my gut and climb up into my throat and I'd have to get to the bucket Maren kept by the bed before my stomach turned inside out. The first morning it happened I was in the kitchen pouring water from the jug and the roll hit me so fast I barely got the cup down before I was bent over the table with my hand pressed against my mouth and the taste of last night's bread c

I have also been feeling unusually weak, irritated and I ate twice as much as I did before. After another day of fruitless job haunting, I came back home to meet Lara, eating pizza. She summoned me over to join her and I willingly did. The moment I took in the delicious smell of the pizza, I felt a sudden wave of nausea that almost had me retching. I heard Lara immediately ask me what the problem was, and I had to breathe in very deeply before I could reply to her. “I just had the worst bout of nausea I’ve had in my life” I tried swallowing what felt like a lump in my throat, and my heart was still beating so fast that I had to hold my hand against my chest to keep me steady.