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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.

I was annoyed and the idiot just laughed. "Based on the results, you are healthy and not as sick as you think but you need to be extra careful from now on Belle because you are not alone anymore." I frowned at what he said. "Not alone? What do you mean Josh?" I was confused. "You are one month pregnant Belle." I could not speak immediately because of what he said, I did not know how I would react when I heard the news. "M-me? P-pregnant?" I asked again. He nodded. "Yes you are, so it's normal for you to feel nauseous and vomiting because that's one of the symptoms of a pregnant woman. Not all pregnant women feel that way but mostly."

Then the curtains will close. A wave of nausea washes over me, and I immediately rush to the bathroom toilet to vomit. I gag a few more times to make sure that I have nothing left to give. I hate this so much. My doctor says that it's normal to feel like this in the morning. All I have to do is drink water and eat something light afterward.

Bad idea. A wave of nausea crashes over me, violent and all-consuming. My stomach clenches, and before I can stop it, I double over, retching onto the pristine floor. The taste is bitter, acrid, like my body is purging whatever was left inside me. Dizzy. Weak. Starving. How long have I been here? I clutch my stomach, feeling the sharp pang of hunger clawing through me. My throat burns, dry and desperate for something to soothe the emptiness gnawing at my insides.

For nearly a week now, Belle had been feeling completely out of sorts. She’d woken up every morning with a dull, twisting nausea in her stomach that lingered well into the afternoon. Even the simplest tasks felt exhausting, just walking from one room to another left her feeling breathless and heavy-limbed. Worse still were the sudden, overwhelming waves of emotion that seemed to hit her out of nowhere. One moment she would be fine, and the next her eyes would fill with tears for no reason at all, or she would feel irritable and on edge over something completely trivial.

A middle-aged Lady greeted her and gestured to the seat before her. “Good morning ma’am,” Kimberly replied with a small smile. “So what brings you here today Kimberly? Can you explain your symptoms? How are you feeling?” The doctor asked as she stared at her with rapt attention. “I woke up feeling extremely nauseous and I feel like I can’t keep any food down without vomiting. I’ve also been feeling unnecessarily tired without doing anything these few days. My stomach also feels odd and I’ve been craving for some foods that I normally don’t eat...” Kim trailed off as she tried to think about more things.

Again, my stomach rolled, and I dashed to the small bathroom and threw up. I vomited four times that day. I grabbed a towel and wiped my mouth off, feeling an acidic taste on my tongue. I leaned against the concrete wall of the toilet, feeling dizzy. I could not understand what was happening to me for the last few days. I had been feeling tired, sick, and dizzy.

She felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over her, and her stomach churned uncomfortably. Ava quickly grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge and took a few sips, hoping it would calm her stomach. However, the feeling of nausea persisted, and she suddenly felt a surge of vomit rising up her throat. She rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before she threw up.

"Oh my God... what's this ordeal... Huekk.. Hueekk.." Mila crouched weakly in front of the toilet while spilling all of the food she had just eaten. Stepping on the second month of her pregnancy, Mila began to experience what is known as morning sickness. But what she is currently experiencing is not just morning sickness, but every day, even every time she feels nauseous and always wants to vomit all the food she has eaten. And this is her sixth vomiting ritual throughout the day until she feels completely powerless to get up from the toilet. Yesterday Ezra had called her obstetrician to check her condition at home, and the doctor said that she had quite severe hyperemesis.

I felt like a walking target. A sudden wave of nausea hit me so intense it made my vision blur and I stumbled, pressing a hand against a cold brick wall to steady myself while my stomach did a violent flip. I hadn't been feeling well for days.. I was constantly exhausted, my breasts ached and my stomach felt like it was tied in permanent knots.