My Sweets

Forever Yours

JESSA

My alarm goes off and I stretch out of sleep. It's my wedding day! I giggle into the silence. I went to bed early enough last night that I feel refreshed today, even with waking so early. Today is going to be amazing. I can't wait. I roll over and think about the schedule of the day. All the girls should be getting up shortly to take their showers. Then they are meeting in here for breakfast. After that we'll get ready together.

I get up and sit on the edge of my bed and it attacks me instantly. I take off running into the bathroom and barely make it before throwing up. "No. No. No." I cry into the silence. "No." I run to get my phone. I send Bre a text.

Me:
- Emergency. I need you now.

I sit down on the bathroom floor feeling queasy. Bre comes running in. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I'm puking," I cry.

"Oh shit."

"I know. What am I suppose to..." I stick my head into the toilet and puke again.

"Shit," Bre yells again.

"Why couldn't this wait until tomorrow? Bobby and I decided to just focus on us. Tomorrow we'd think about the baby. This is making it hard. Plus I hate puking," I start to cry harder.

"It's ok. It's just morning sickness. Let me look it up." She's intently scrolling through her phone. "Ok. You need to drink plenty of water. Lots of snacks. Peppermint or ginger. We've got this. It'll be ok. I'll go get you some stuff.

"No. I don't want to be alone."

"Well what am I suppose to do?"

"Have Bobby get it."

"Ok. I'll text him." In an instant there's a knock at my door. "Who is it?" Bre yells.

"Bobby."

"He can't see me," I cry. I can't stop crying. This is a disaster and I feel like shit.

"I'll just close the bathroom door."

I listen as Bre lets Bobby in and I hear him sit down on the otherside of the door. "You ok Lass?"

"No," I cry. "I don't feel good and I keep throwing up."

"Can I please come in there?"

"No. You can't," I cry. "I'm freaking out. All the girls are going to be here soon. What do I do?"

"I'm going to go grab you this stuff, Jessa. I'll be right back."

"What's she getting?" Bobby asks me.

"I don't know. Water, food, ginger, peppermint, something like that."

"Doubt she's finding any ginger or peppermint. I can go get you some though."

"Bobby, am I going to feel sick all day?"

"Nah. I don't think so. Morning sickness is rarely a nonstop all day thing... I think." I can tell he has no idea what he's talking about.

"Why couldn't this wait until tomorrow? I just want to focus on us. Not this," I whine.

"Shh. Shh. It's ok, love. We'll deal with this together."

"Easy for you to say. You're not in here throwing up."

"True, but I'd change places with you if I could."

"I know you would." I feel the queasiness run up my throat again and I gag into the toilet.

"Jessa, it's killing me not being in there. Please let me in."