I heard my alarm go off for work and I groaned, aimlessly tapping my phone screen, hoping I’d pressed the stop button. After a minute, I sat up and hit the button I hadn’t managed to touch in the past minute and laid back down again. I only laid there for a second before I was hit with a huge wave of nausea. I tried to just wait for it to go away, but I only found myself gagging as I rushed to the bathroom five seconds later. Nieva seemed to find the moment amusing, which I didn’t have time to think about. I laid in front of the toilet, holding my mouth.
I hadn’t even felt sick the whole pregnancy so far, and now I was hardly able to stop myself from gagging. One of my hands was pressed against my mouth and the other one was clutching my stomach as I waited for the nausea to subside. After a few minutes, I felt good enough to stand up and start the shower and I laid against the wall. That had come on so fast and gone away just as quick. I had yet to actually throw up, and I was feeling better every second, so I figured that was simply an anomaly, and stepped into the shower. It took less than five seconds before I got sick all over myself and I sat down, putting my head in the middle of my legs as the cool water ran over me.
“Adelaide?” I heard Dani mumble as she pushed open the door. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t without starting to vomit again and tears started running down my cheeks. I hadn’t felt this horrible for a while – and that’s saying something with everything that’s been going on – and even after I stopped throwing up, I still felt so nauseous.
The rest of the day was not much better. In fact, it was worse. I had to stop twice on my way to work to wait for a overwhelming bout of nausea to pass before I could keep driving. Both times left me hurling violently; once in a disgusting gas station bathroom and once into the grass next to the road. It left me feeling disgusting and on top of that, now I was going to be late. When I got to my building, I could’ve ran up there and made it on time, but there was no way I’d be able to run up stairs, no less, without getting insanely sick right now. I took the elevator up to the 17th floor, laying against the side with my eyes shut until I heard the ding. I just have to make it through 6 hours of work. Just the thought of that makes me want to throw up. As I get out of the elevator, I run into Layla, who was too caught up in her phone to notice me.
Thankfully, everyone’s busy with work, so I’m able to make it to my office without notice. The small trash can next to my desk that I’d never paid much notice before, suddenly is my biggest source of comfort. Especially when my nausea just got worse throughout the day.
“Adelaide,” I heard Noemi call, knocking on my door. I groaned and suddenly remembered we had those buttons to press to say we were busy. I search around the desk to find it and pressed it, laying back against my chair.
“I see you, you’re not busy!”
“Yes I – ” I started to shoot back but was interrupted by my insides turning, leaving me retching into the trash can.
“Girl, the heck? Come on, I have to ask you something! What are you, hiding under you desk?”
I was not in the mood for that. Honestly, I didn’t feel like doing anything than laying down. I groaned, opening the door.
“What do you think about a cook out tomorrow?”
I shut the door, extremely annoyed. Damn.
“Wait, sorry,” I said sheepishly, opening the door back up, and she sits down in the only other chair in the room. “I didn’t mean to snap at you, Noe.”
“What is going on? You look sick.”
“I am,” I lied, glad that she dropped that excuse right in front of me. “I’m sick. My stomach is flipping out.”
“That sucks. Anyway, the actual news is that Mayor Norley wants to see you,” she said, still sounding a little apprehensive.
“Great,” I muttered, and I made my way over to her office, hoping I’d manage to get through the meeting.
Why would Mayor Norley want to see me? It was like those times at school where you were called to the office for no reason. Well, I knew I hadn’t been doing my best work, but I was ready to fully explain that to her.
“Noemi said you wanted to see me.”
“Yes. I just wanted to discuss with you the future of Brindleton Bay.”
“Well, you should really be talking about that with everyone, ma’am.”
“Not like that. I mean after my term is up. I think it’s time for me to just spend time with my kids, you know?”
I nodded slowly, not sure where she was going with this. Even the slight movement of nodding made me insanely queasy and I was struggling to act normal.
“I want you to follow in my footsteps.”
And suddenly, I did.
“You want me to be mayor?” I asked, still not totally processing what she’d said. I was just focusing on not throwing up in front of her.
“Yes. I think you’d do good things for the city. Just think about it, ok? I still have two years left here, so you’ve got a lot of time.”
“Ok. Thank you,” I said quickly, walking out of the room, and once I closed the door behind me, I bolted to the staff bathroom, hoping nobody was using it. This place was quite small and there was only one bathroom. I hardly had time to thank the Watcher that it was unoccupied before I started vomiting.
Even after throwing up for a good 10 minutes, I still felt like crap, but I finally started thinking about what she’d said.
Be mayor? I don’t know. I mean, yeah, it’s the next obvious step in my career and all, but work isn’t my whole life anymore like it used to be. Yes, I love my job, but my family is the most important thing in my life, and now that we’re having a baby… there’s just a lot to think about. There always is.
“How was your day?” Dani asked, rubbing my shoulders.
“Horrible. I felt disgusting all day and even threw up a few times. Speaking of…” I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling to throw up, and I pressed my hand to my mouth and started gagging. Dani rushed over to the kitchen and came back with a big bowl, which I grabbed and started retching into it as she rubbed my back.
“Hey, it’s ok,” she murmured, “I think I’m going to look up something to help ease morning sickness. It’s 2535, they have to have something.”
I simply groaned my approval as another wave of nausea left me laying on the sofa clutching the bowl.
The next morning, I woke up still feeling disgusting and rolled over to see my wife reading a book. What? Shouldn’t she be at work? Shouldn’t I be at work? Wait – fuck. I should be at work.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were awake,” Dani mumbled.
I rolled over, looking up at her. “I just woke up. What time is it?”
“I’m so late,” I groaned, suddenly gagging. I brought my hand to my mouth, and the nausea seems to subside for a little, but then it came at full force and I found myself hanging over the toilet bowl again.
Dani helped me get back in bed after a good 5 minutes of laying on the bathroom floor.
“You don’t have to go today,” she said, and at first I didn’t get it. Of course I had to go. “I called and told them you weren’t coming.”
“Why would you do that?” I protested, and was hit with another urge to throw up all over the floor. She rushed and brought the trash can over and then went downstairs. Gosh, I feel so horrible. I was hoping I’d be one of those women who hardly gets sick, and here I am, laying in bed miserably, hardly able to move without getting insanely queasy. Of course I have horrible morning sickness.
“Here,” Dani exclaimed, walking back in. “While you were sleeping, I looked up things to help alleviate morning sickness. Apparently ginger and citrus stuff helps a lot so I just went a little crazy.” I heard rustling noises as she pulled the stuff out of her bag. I moved the pillow off of my head to look at all the stuff she’d spread out.
“Whoa.” It looked like she’d brought the whole store home.
“Yeah. At least we have extra. I just want you to feel better, I hate seeing you like this.”
I smiled weakly. “I have the best wife.”
“Ok, does anything look good?”
The thought of eating anything made me want to throw up, but I picked out a bag of ‘lemon tart candies’ since it has the brightest packaging.
After a few minutes of sucking the sour candy, I did start to feel slightly better and hugged her gratefully. I really don’t know how women go through pregnancy alone. I’m so glad I have Dani with me.
The next few days, my nausea came and went, and I really started feeling pregnant. I felt more touchy, and some moments it felt like anything would set me off. A normal day of work would leave me exhausted by the end of the day. At least with the help of the internet, (thank goodness for it) I was able to help ease my morning sickness somewhat. I wore seasickness bands every day after reading it can help, and it did. My water bottle was now filled with ginger ale, and I started eating little snacks throughout the day since it always got worse when my stomach was empty. But… honestly, I hated it. I felt nothing like myself, and the only thing that kept me from breaking was knowing that it was all for our little girl. She was worth it. One day where I actually had to run out of a meeting to end up vomiting all over myself in the bathroom, I ended up telling Noemi I was pregnant. I needed someone there to know so they could cover for me and all. She was really supportive and I could tell everything clicked into place once I told her. I’m so lucky to have these great people supporting me. I really couldn’t do it alone.