I couldn’t believe it. 1 week later my headache hasn’t gone away and I seemed more exhausted than ever. I’d even gotten nauseous throughout the week. Damn. Why’d I have to get sick now? Wait…could I be pregnant? “Pregnant.” I whispered, hardly believing it. I bought a pregnancy test when I went to buy groceries. I sat on the toilet, turning the box over in my hands. 6 minutes later, I was staring at a little plus sign. I was actually pregnant.
“Hey, Addie. You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”
“Brother or sister, Selena?”
“Derek.” I was going to tell him tonight, but…
“Sweetie, are you-”
“Yes, I’m pregnant. Is that okay?”
He smiled. “Of course.”
A wave of nausea suddenly crashed over me, leaving me reeling. I’d never gotten morning sickness with Adelaide. I steadied myself, only to gag and rush out of the room.
I ran to the bathroom with my hand pressed over my mouth, just trying to make it. My hands slammed down on the edges of the toilet seat while I vomited all of my breakfast out. I leaned back, gasping for air, when I suddenly found myself leaning back over the toilet.
This pregnancy was so much worse than when I was pregnant with Adelaide. I was always nauseous… always. Worse than that was the fact that I spending way too much time throwing up, or trying not to vomit on the floor. I could hardly function most of the day. Today was one of the days I could get up without having to run to the bathroom immediately. I threw anti-nausea pills in my pockets and decided to go tell my brother. He was in Brindleton Bay with his family for a little weekend trip. We decided to meet at the park. Once I got there, I almost threw up. The smell of some nearby dog poop was enough to leave me sick.
“Hey, Selena, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve gotta tell you something.”
“Wow. How far along?”
“8 weeks. I’m still scared… but being able to give birth to my daughter, Addie, helps.”
“That’s amazing, sis.”
“Where were you?”
“Seeing my brother, why?”
“Selena, you can’t just leave!”
“Derek! I was telling my brother about the pregnancy.”
“He’s on vacation with his family in Brindleton Bay! You couldn’t do it over the phone?!”
“What’s your problem? I was only gone 3 hours. I’m back now.”
“Last time you wouldn’t even get out of the house.” He gasped. “I didn’t mean-“
“Oh Watcher, I’m not doing this.” I sighed. I didn’t want to do this right now, and the nausea was really getting to me. “So you’re mad at me cause I’m better now?! I’m going to leave before one of us says something we’ll regret.” I placed my hand over my baby bump instinctively.
I don’t get it. What was so wrong?