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in my direction. I nodded back, genuinely happy for them both. But as I turned away, a familiar discomfort bloomed in my stomach. It started as a dull ache, quickly escalating into a churning sensation that made me grip the edges of my seat. I swallowed hard, willing the nausea to subside. This wasn't the first time. For the past two weeks, these waves had become constant. I'd wake up feeling fine, only to be replaced by sudden nausea that left me dizzy and weak-kneed.

Elena woke with a jolt, her stomach twisting in a way that made her pause. The nausea was sharper than usual, a tight, uneasy sensation that lingered even as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her hands instinctively moved to her abdomen, pressing gently, as if the contact could reassure her. But reassurance was elusive. Each small ache, each flutter of discomfort, carried a weight she could not name, a subtle alarm she could not ignore.

Today, when I woke up, I felt dizzy and it was as if I wanted to puke, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. Something was on my stomach, I felt like I wanted to puke everything inside it out but I couldn't. I've been lying on the bed for half a day now and I wasn't in the mood to do anything. Even eating seemed to be tiring, my body felt heavy and I couldn't stand a minute standing.

Your baby needs a strong mommy. Suddenly a wave of nausea flooded my stomach and I realized I hadn't even eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I run to the sink and puke. I spit yellowish liquid and it tastes so bad. I washed my mouth immediately and stared at my own reflection in the mirror. I shook my head and cupped my forehead as soon as I felt like throwing up again. I spit yellowish liquid again and while I’m washing my mouth, I feel a warm hand caressing my back.

The clothes I used to wear felt like a tight embrace, a reminder of the weight I was carrying. Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over me. I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time. I hung my head over the toilet, my body convulsing as a wave of bile rose in my throat. It felt like everything I had eaten in the past week was trying to escape my stomach at once. I sat on the toilet, my head spinning, and I thought about the day ahead. How was I going to work if this pregnancy disease continued like this? It felt like I was carrying around a bowling ball in my gut, and every movement felt like a monumental effort.

They both asked looking at me like I've just murdered a person "What happened? Why are you both staring as if you've seen a ghost?" "Did you just said it felt good?" "Yes why?" "Aren't you feeling back pain,or sometimes you feel like always spiting or vomiting? " Mufeedah asked with her right hand waving from right to left "No? The last time I vomited was when I fainted and that was when we discovered that I'm pregnant " "Okay okay...what about craving for foods,at a time you will feel like eating something something spicy and another time you will feel like taking something good...what about this?"

Things seemed to be going very perfect indeed, until I started to notice some weird and unusual changes to my body and exhibition of some symptoms that I usually would not have on a normal day. These changes started with the seemingly unending nausea that would hit me every morning immediately I was awake and up for my day. These feelings of utter disgust and queasiness were then usually immediately followed up by a dash for the bathroom where I would then proceed to throw up my guts into the water closet.

Things seemed to be going very perfect indeed, until I started to notice some weird and unusual changes to my body and exhibition of some symptoms that I usually would not have on a normal day. These changes started with the seemingly unending nausea that would hit me every morning immediately I was awake and up for my day. These feelings of utter disgust and queasiness were then usually immediately followed up by a dash for the bathroom where I would then proceed to throw up my guts into the water closet.

Ava rushed into the bathroom of the penthouse, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her. She had been feeling pale and tired recently, with added appetite and a constant sense of queasiness that she couldn't shake. She didn't know why, but it seemed to be getting worse by the day. She cleaned her lips with a trembling hand, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes looked sunken, her skin pale and clammy. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her heart was racing and her mind was spinning.

Please not now. I absolutely hated the nauseous feeling I experienced sometimes in a moving vehicle. My head felt too heavy for my neck, my eyes drooped slightly and it felt like my stomach was about to heave all its contents. I swallowed repeatedly but it did nothing to help. I dug around desperately in my handbag in case I could find some bubble gum but I came up empty-handed.