I wake up to extreme pain. I feel nauseous I get up to run but Ashley hands me a trash can. I start throwing up and I feel cold ice on the back of my neck. I try and look up when I hear Wesley's voice "It's ok it helps just let it all out." He rubs my back which makes it better. I finally stop throwing up and look at the clock 5:30 A.M. Wes holds me and gently rubs my stomach until I fall back asleep. I wake up to hear everyone bustling about. I smell grease from eggs and start to feel nautious. "Are you crazy don't you remember how I always threw up at the smell of grease" Ashley screams and drags me outside. "How much longer is this again" I ask. Ashley says in a perky tone "Only 8 and a 1/2 months to go."
