Pregnancy ([Michael])

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by bringmethewriters

by bringmethewriters

For my bb Kaitlyn KaitlynBarkley

I found out I was pregnant, like, six days ago. I've been having mood swings, I've thrown up probably around 40 times, I'm already starting to get a tummy, and I'm already having cravings.

I have mood swings every day. Every single day. More than once. I go from happy to crying, happy to breaking things, and happy to just straight up not in a good mood. Having anger issues doesn't really help, either.

I throw up at least three times in a twelve hour period of time. I get scared to eat because I don't want to throw it up, so sometimes I don't really eat much, but then I realise that if I don't eat, I have a greater risk of having a miscarriage. And I don't want to do that. Sometimes, when I don't eat much, I vomit acid. And it burns my throat, making it a lot harder to drink/eat.

My stomach. Oh, my stomach. It's already grown about two inches out than before I was pregnant. My clothes are already getting too small.

And my cravings. My cravings are horrible. I get cravings for cheese, nasty kettle cooked chips (which I hate with a passion when I'm not pregnant), cherry limeade, and sometimes even hot chili peppers. I have some messed up cravings.

But I have someone to help me through this.
Michael.

"Micha-" I try to get out while putrid vomit shoots out of my mouth into the toilet. "Michael!"

I hear Michael running to come help me. He kneels down next to me, holding back my hair. "Are you okay, baby?" he asks.

"No," I say, shaking. I pull away from the toilet, Michael letting go of my hair. "Fuck." I shut the lid and flush, getting up to brush my teeth.

He asks me if I'm okay, then leaves, but stays close by in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, swinging his legs. I brush my teeth, knowing it won't last even six hours.

I get in the mirror cabinet and get out my box of pills to help me stop throwing up. I take one out of the box, popping the pink and blue pill in my mouth.

I turn the light out, taking Michael's hand and walking back to the bedroom. We lay down and try to go to sleep.

~middle of the night~

I can't sleep at all. I keep tossing and turning, trying every position available.

"Kaitlyn, are you okay?" he asks, gently.

"No. I can't sleep at all."

"I can tell. You can't lie still. Come here." I scoot closer to him, wrapping his arm around me. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, taking in his sweet aroma. His hand strokes my hair, soothing me. I wrap my arm around his chest, his hand holding my wrist.

I finally fall asleep, in the comfort of my boyfriend's arms.