We’re not talking and I don’t know why. Being around my daughter calms me down.I smiled, looking at my daughter. “Addie, you need food, yes you do.” I groaned. This pregnancy, while I emotionally was enjoying it more, was harder besides that. Nothing stopped my everyday nausea, those anti-nausea pills don’t work at all. I almost threw up on Addie, again.
“Selena, sweetie, can we talk?”
“Look, I’m sorry. I was just worried, and I had no right to yell at you.”
“You didn’t… but I wasn’t perfect either. I should’ve told you.”
“Sweetie, you don’t get to apologize. I was scared something happened to you.”
Of course he was just worried about me. “I love you.” I stood up, smiling. “Let’s go celebrate Addie’s birthday.”
Adelaide inherited my mother’s blonde hair. She’s beautiful. I wonder what she’ll think about the new baby.
My nausea hadn’t stopped, even in my second trimester, when I was told I’d feel the most like myself again. I don’t. Now combined with my nausea was backaches. My growing baby bump left me more uncomfortable than ever. At least I had my husband and daughter to remind me why I was doing this.