Moana
I woke up the next morning, after having stashed the box of unused pregnancy tests in my medicine cabinet, and felt even more sick than the day before. I was sure, as I achingly dragged myself out of bed and turned on the shower, that I would have to either end the pregnancy soon or tell someone about it; I couldn’t go on feeling like this every day without some sort of support, and it was only going to get worse over time.
The hot shower helped a bit with the nausea, and once I was dressed and took the medicine that the doctor gave me, I walked next door to wake Ella up.
“Rise and shine,” I said, opening the curtains to let the sunlight in.
Ella yawned and stretched, her small hands curled into fists. “I’m still tired…”
“I know, love, but you have training today,
