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So eventually I pushed myself off the bed and decided to walk around for a bit, hoping the movement would clear my head. I had barely taken a few steps when a strange feeling suddenly twisted inside my stomach. My brows pulled together immediately. The sensation disappeared almost as quickly as it came, making me think maybe I had simply stood up too fast. But before I could dismiss it completely, the feeling returned again, this time stronger. A sharp wave of nausea rolled through me so suddenly that I stopped where I was and instinctively covered my mouth with my hand… "Oh God..." I muttered quietly. The nausea intensified immediately.

“What’s the matter?” Georgie started feeling nauseous again as she spoke. “Ugh, I don’t know. I feel nauseous all of a sudden.” Soon, Georgie began retching. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet bowl. She retched repeatedly, but nothing came out. Henry followed closely behind, falling to his knees beside her, and gently rubbed her back. “What’s wrong? Did you eat something that wasn’t fresh?” Georgie shook her head as she retched again. “Ugh, no. I didn’t eat anything else apart from what we had during dinner.”

"Good luck with your meeting." He smiled and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I picked up the bread and took a bite, suddenly aware of how hungry I was again. But the moment the food hit my stomach, something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Nausea rolled through me in waves. I barely had time to grab the chamber pot before I was throwing up everything I'd just eaten. I sat back on my heels, confused and shaking. What was wrong with me? I'd been fine moments ago.

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.