The following morning, I woke up and ran to the bathroom. I’ve never had to pee so bad in my entire life. I sit down on the toilet and then the nausea hits me. I pull the garbage can over and start to puke my guts up into it. Whoever said pregnancy was easy should be drawn and quartered. I continue to dry heave into the garbage can as Will walks through the bathroom door while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I hope we can get you some nausea medication today,” he says as he yawns. “It’s only six thirty and you are already up because of it. I’m not sure if I should be happy about this because the pup has taken hold or upset because the pup is making you miserable.”
I throw up into the garbage can one last time and start to huff as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “I think you s
