Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

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After a few months, I am now exactly 10 weeks pregnant, successfully passing the first trimester with ease and having no major health disruptions except... Oh God. If I were explaining it briefly, then I must state that I haven't yet experienced any cravings like I did in my first pregnancy. In fact, I can't even consume regular meals required throughout the day such as breakfast, lunch, dinner, et cetera. It's as if I'll throw up just from the waft of the food that was once considered 'delicious' to me. No matter how much my doting fiancé tries to encourage me every time he comes home from work, all I can manage to ingest is a single green grape.

Yes, it's difficult and very crucial for the good health of our baby that needs the essential nutrients each and every day through my bloodstream using the developing umbilical cord and placenta. And since scarcely any solid or liquid is being swallowed by me during these past few weeks, I fear that I'm starving my child, which in actuality I am...

Over the period of my first trimester, my personal female doctor that Félix officially hired, has visited me at the mansion here for all of the necessary check-ups, especially after I have been vaccinated with both doses to prevent being infected by the coronavirus; of course, Félix has been vaccinated because of me as well. My doctor knows of my situation perfectly and she understands that I feel extremely nauseous just from the sight or smell of food, yet she sternly gives me lectures of how crucial it is to provide the developing embryo inside of me at its earliest stages. She isn't wrong, though. I know very well how much a child needs from their mother, no matter the preference of the woman undergoing this beautiful, yet risky process of bringing forth another life.

So in order to get a few pieces of food into my system, I usually tend to pinch my nose with my thumb and index finger before chewing and completely swallowing, then washing down the taste with iced water. Similar to how I'm currently forcing chopped pieces of a boiled egg down my esophagus, gripping the kitchen counter, praying that I don't throw up again. "...Ugh." I express a deep, exasperated sigh after taking a huge gulp of water from my glass. I walk across the kitchen and reach up to the cabinet on my tippy toes, opening it and grabbing the bottle of my prescribed prenatal vitamins. Quickly, I twist the cap off and throw a pill into my mouth, then swallow it down with yet another huge gulp of water. I somehow feel really bloated from all of the water I've been drinking, which in a way, is good in order to maintain perfect hydration.

I pat my slightly but not visibly grown belly, and sigh, "I promise I'll find a way to start eating more... I hope this nausea is temporary..." I mentally recall the experience of my first pregnancy where I did have several nauseous days, but it wasn't as bad as this to the point where I can't even eat my daily meals prepared by Ciara, who has been instructed to cook along the diet guidelines that Félix has established for me.

I'd rather go insane having cravings than to be feeling like this...

Walking carefully, I go upstairs and instruct one of the maids to bathe Chanel since I feel awful fatigue right now just from walking around in this massive mansion due to boredom, considering the fact that I don't have any work to finish. I watch our elegant cat get taken to another bathroom down the hallway before I walk into the master bedroom, shutting the door once I'm inside.

I wish he was here... I frown to myself, missing him crazily because he's at work as usual during this time of day.

I trudge to the bed and take out my phone from my pyjamas' pocket, while I detangle my hair with my other hand's fingers. "Hmmm..." I bite my bottom lip, thinking of a certain method to make my man come home early, so I don't have to feel this alone.