I'm just saying now, I made up the store mentioned later in the story.
"J, what's going on?" Eric asked from outside the door.
"I don't even know. You can come in here if you want." As I said that, he walked in slowly.
"Um, what are you doing?" He asked me, trying not to laugh.
"These- things!" I exclaimed, pointing at my chest.
"What about them?"
"Don't you see anything different? Do I have to put them in your face for you to notice?" I said, trying to make him see what I saw.
"What?" E said as he touched my left boob.
"Ow! Don't do that!" I shrieked, shoving his hand away.
"Jenny, I think I know more about pregnancy and babies than you do."
"Wait, this has something to do with the baby? Is there something wrong?"
"I'm guessing so. It's your body getting ready to make milk for the baby." He explained.
"But is it supposed to hurt? And do they really need to stick out like that?"
"You should know that making a human isn't easy, or pain free. And as for the other part, yeah, what else would the baby suck on?"
"Thank you for making me feel like a total idiot!" I exclaimed, and as I did, I got nauseous again, and puked in the toilet.
This had gotten too extreme. I'd puked up everything inside me, and I couldn't stop retching. It was to the point where I couldn't breathe. Then it let up. I just was tired of everything, so I just fell to the floor, on purpose.
"JENNY!" Eric bent down to where I was.
"I'm fine. Totally fine. I'm just tired of this puking."
"You scared the shit out of me Jenny. And hasn't your nasuea gotten worse over the past few days?"
"Yeah, actually it has." I just realized that.
"Well, we should be getting home. You need to eat something when we get there." He pulled me off the floor.
8:57 am... At the apartment...
"J, I don't think you're ok. This was the fifth time you've puked since you woke up barely 2 hours ago." Eric pointed out. I'd just ate and then thrown it up again.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
"I should be worrying about it! And so should you!"
"Why?"
"Well, let's go see how much weight you've lost since you got pregnant." He suggested, pulling me over to the scale and making me stand on it. "How much did you lose?"
"11 pounds." I said, shocked.
"Holy fucking shit, Jenny we are taking you to a doctor. Now."
"Eric, why does Jenny need to go to a doctor right now?" Lily asked as she came to the door of the bathroom.
"She's lost 11 pounds because of her morning sickness and I don't think that's good." He responded.
"Oh, darling, she doesn't need a doctor for that. With you and Serena I had the same problem. I lost about as much before my mother helped me."
"How did she help you?" Eric interrupted his mother.
"Eric why are you so goddamn protective of me?" I asked him, forgetting that my parents don't like me cursing,even though I'm 16.
"Because I can be." He told me.
"Jenny, my mother suggested ginger, to ease the morning sickness, and it helped. A lot. I think you should try it." Lily said, handing me a box of ginger mints.
"What do I do with it?" I asked, dumbly.
"You can either eat them, or just smell them. Whatever works better for you." She must've been able to tell I was getting sick, because she grabbed them out of my hands, opened them and stuck the box in my face. Wait, that did help. Who knew?
"Feel better?" Eric asked, noticing I hadn't puked.
"Uh, yeah." I said, pushing the box away.
"Well, I have a meeting to get to, so I should be going. I'll see you two later." Lily said, as she left the bathroom.
The next day... 1:23 pm... At the park...
"So, I'm officially 8 weeks pregnant." I told Eric and Vanessa blantly. "Shouldn't I start getting fat soon?"
"Not exactly. With your first baby, you normally don't show till around 10 weeks at least. Sometimes even later. I didn't start showing until 13 weeks." Vanessa told me.
"Am I the only one here that doesn't know much about pregnancy?"
"I guess I have to say yeah. You are. But that's why you have us." Eric said, smiling at the thought.
"We should see how much I know. You guys, take turns asking me questions about things in pregnancy and birth and shit."
"Ok, what's a placenta?" Vanessa quizzed me.
"It's the thing the baby's belly cord is connected to. Where it gets its food." I noticed Eric was laughing. "What?"
"You called it a belly cord. That's funny. Do you know its scientific name?"
"Yeah, umbilical cord. Belly cord just sounds better." I said, totally serious.
"What's amniotic fluid?" Vanessa continued quizzing me.
"Isn't that the stuff in there with the baby? Like what comes out when your water breaks?"
"Yeah, you're right. It seems like you know the basic things." V told me.
"Do you know what makes the milk for the baby?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, your boob." I replied, laughing. What kind of question was that?
"No, like what part of the boob?"
"There's more than one part?" What was he talking about?
"Yeah. You have a lot to learn, J." He laughed, taking my hand.
"Hey, I know somewhere we need to go. Follow me." Vanessa blurted out randomly.
24 minutes later... On the sidewalk by a bunch of stores...
"You should start shopping here." Vanessa said, pointing to a store called Randomosity.
"Why? What is it?" I asked her.
"It's just clothes, but the clothes are pretty awesome. Just come inside." She pulled me inside. When we were in the door, our phones went off. A Gossip Girl blast.
Spotted: Vanessa Abrams, with a baby. But who's baby? Why is she even back in town? I plan to find out why! Until next time, xoxo, Gossip Girl.
We both looked at V. She looked bored.
"It's no big deal. They'll all figure out I had her at some point."
"True." Eric agreed.
I looked around the store. There was a girl side and a guy side, and the clothes were sorted by color and size. The walls had a bunch of grafitti on them.
"Just wondering, why do I need to shop here now?" I asked.
"They have good clothes for pregnant women. Like super comfortable stuff. And they have baby and kid stuff in the back." V explained, walking over to a rack of clothes.