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Celene nodded while wiping her mouth and turned to look at her mother. “I’m sorry, Mom. I really missed your cooking so, I don’t know why I started—” “It’s fine, dear.” Isabelle interrupted her, rubbing her shoulder and wearing a smile that left Celene feeling puzzled. “It seems like you may be experiencing symptoms of morning sickness, why not visit the hospital to confirm that?”

“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.”

My eyes shoot open and I jump to my feet, hoping I make it to the toilet in time. Then I empty the entirety of last night’s supper into the toilet bowl, my stomach aching from dry heaving as the last remnants get regurgitated. “Oh…” I groan and rest my clammy forehead on my arm. Dr. Lilah mentioned that nausea would be one of the symptoms, right? But it’s barely been a full twenty-four hours since the insemination started… am I pregnant already?

Anya’s POV: I clung to the sink in the restroom, heaving uncomfortably, nearly bringing up stomach acid. For the past couple of days, I have been experiencing occasional bouts of nausea. I dismissed it as a mere indigestion, not paying much attention to it. But today, my vomiting become more intense! “Oh my god, could I… be pregnant?” My heart sank, and I hurriedly splashed cold water on my forehead. Lately, I have been feeling sluggish and fatigued.

I just want them to think this kind of thing and behave to become a good model to Millie. I immediately covered my mouth when I felt like my stomach turned upside down. I kind of felt nauseous and after a while, I immediately ran to the bathroom and started throwing up in the toilet. At first, I didn’t vomit anything. I was just so nauseous and I don’t understand why. Eventually, I threw up everything I had eaten earlier. Shit! What the hell is happening? I feel great just now. Did I eat too much breakfast that made me throw up? Or is there something wrong with the food?

I woke up to a wild churning of my stomach. I wasn't hungry, but something just wasn't alright with my belly. I recalled how I overfed myself the previous night. Could this be it? An instant surge of nausea hit me. My head spinned mildly, gradually increasing its intensity as the minutes rolled by. Stretching lazily, I stood up, and strolled to the bathroom, to empty my bowels. My legs felt heavy as I walked, like a heavy weight was placed on them.

I couldn't pinpoint the exact cause, but something was definitely amiss. Disoriented, I attempted to sit up, but a sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed me, forcing me to spring out of bed and rush to the bathroom just in time. I leaned over the sink, the acrid taste of bile rising in my throat. I felt utterly miserable, caught off guard by the unexpected symptoms that accompanied pregnancy. "No one had told me it would be like this," I whispered to myself, a tinge of frustration mingling with my discomfort. Recalling the bell that Cullen had placed in my room upon learning of my pregnancy, I reached out to press it urgently.

"You are pregnant, sis. You have to think about the baby," I give him a tight-lipped smile, reaching out for his hand. "I know, I'm trying to —," I try to reassure him but suddenly I feel queasy and nauseous. I cover my mouth with my hand, rushing off to the bathroom. My nausea is getting pretty bad lately, it's been like this since two days now. I can barely eat and everything just makes me want to puke. I don't know if it's stress but waiting outside our house for Dean tires me out and most of the time I come back home really exhausted.

Lowering herself onto a cushioned bench, she let out a sigh, pressing a cool bottle of water against her forehead. She let out a weary breath and lay back against the bench, hand on her slightly rounded belly. The queasiness was back—sharp and inconvenient like an uninvited guest overstaying its welcome. “Oh God,” she whispered, eyes closed as her hand rested protectively over her midsection. “Why does pregnancy come with so many nerve-wrecking symptoms?”

I say and hang up. As I think about it, I try to remember some symptoms I was facing the past few days. First dizziness and nausea, then feet soreness, tiredness, cravings for different spicy things, and my stomach feeling thick and round, which I thought was because of eating too much and lastly sensitive breasts. At least, that should have warned me. But maybe the fear made me not acknowledge those things as I didn’t want another negative result.