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I mutter I hold my stomach. "What ! "Harper gets up from the couch with a look of alertness on her face. "Are you okay ? "she asks me with concern laced on her face. "Of course I'm fine , "I wave off my hand and smile. No I'm not fine. Lately I have been feeling way worse than my usual time of the month. I always feel so tired and hungry and now feel like I want to throw up. " I feel like -"before I can finish my sentence . I run upstairs and go straight to the bathroom. I spill all my contents into the toilet as I kneel down . After a few minutes if silence.

“Johnny…” I groaned, clutching the edges of the sink as my stomach lurched again. I barely had time to breathe before another wave of nausea hit me. The bitter taste rose to my throat, and I bent over the bathroom sink, throwing up everything I’d eaten the night before. My knees shook, my forehead was damp with cold sweat, and my chest burned. I felt weak, drained, and frustrated all at once. The more I tried to breathe through it, the worse it got.

We were in the middle of gisting when a horrible wave of nausea hit me. It crawled up my throat like a monster trying to escape. I quickly covered my mouth, trying to hold it in, but it was like my stomach was flipping itself inside out. “Maya, are you alright? Should I get you some water?” Morgan asked in a concerned tone as she quickly stood up from the bed, trying to get some water. “No, it's fine,” I said, stopping her. “It's just something I have been feeling for a while now, but it's temporary.”

I wake up to the sound of rustling leaves. It’s quiet, too quiet, like the calm before a storm. My head is pounding, a sharp ache that seems to cut through my skull. I blink, trying to focus, but everything is blurry, and I’m suddenly aware of a sickening warmth creeping up from my stomach. I sit up, but the room tilts and spins, and before I can stop it, I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. I stagger out of bed, desperate to make it to the bathroom, but my legs feel like they’re made of lead.

I ran towards the bathroom and knelt down infront of the toilet bowl, vomiting until it exhausted me. I shut my eyes as I continued hugging the bowl, teara forming in the corner of my eyes. My body feels so heavy and tired even it is just early in the morning. I just literally woke up few minutes ago and here I am, feeling so drained. I catched my breathe as I continued to vomit. I feels so nauseous and I wanted nothing but to die at that moment. And I am not even kidding. This feels awful. I feel like I am going to pass out any moment now.

Even so I smiled a little remembering the incident earlier, it had been a long time not hearing his praise. “Wow...!!!” I ran to the bathroom, this was the third time since this morning throwing up. Slowly out of the bathroom, sat on the side of the bed trying to catch his breath. The eyes began to dim again, suddenly in a flash everything disappeared, it was dark. Oh my God... I really feel uncomfortable. Stomach queasy, mouth tastes bitter, cold sweat runs down the neck and shoulders. This headache really sucks all the energy in the body. Trying to hold on not to collapse, but the body began to tremble.

he asked, worry evident in his voice. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling. It was a given that I already felt like crap, but other than the wave of nausea that overwhelmed me, I didn’t know what to say. Moreover, I felt disgusting. I couldn’t turn to face him. The suddenness of it all had caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with me. As I retched, my mind raced with questions and concerns. Could it be something I ate? Or maybe I was coming down with a stomach bug? I tried to dismiss the thoughts and focus on getting through the moment, but the persistent feeling of unease lingered.

"God, this is awful… Maybe my baby misses their dad already." "Why would you say that?" "Because when Alden and I are together, he’s the one who gets all the nausea. I never felt this bad before… And God, it’s horrible!" Valerie chuckled softly. "It’s all part of pregnancy, honey. Your body is adjusting to so many changes. But come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll make you some warm milk to settle your stomach. Or would you rather have some fruit?" "Fruit, please. I don’t think I can handle milk right now."

As I waited for the documents to be completely uploaded, my skin suddenly broke out in cold sweats, my stomach feeling queasy. I slapped my palm on my mouth, running to the toilet as my stomach muscles contracted hard, pressure surging up. It felt like my insides were being squeezed. My stomach content came out fast, both my eyes and throat burning. My chest heaved heavily as I lifted up my head, leaning on the toilet wall. Thank the heavens my hair was in a bun. I closed my eyes, a tear from my watery eyes trickling down my cheek. My morning sickness was back.

The nausea hit her just after breakfast. It wasn’t dramatic—not the cinematic, head-in-a-toilet kind—but sharp and sudden, like her stomach had changed its mind about being full. Amara gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and breathed through her mouth, willing the sensation to pass. She hadn’t even reached week five. They had told her symptoms could start early—fatigue, soreness, food aversions. But something about feeling it for the first time made it real in a way the bloodwork and printed schedules hadn’t.