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HYPEREMESIS

Two months had passed and Jo was already fed up with Dean. He insisted she not help with any of the physical labor around the camp due to her pregnancy. She was only just beginning to show and was suffering from morning sickness. She soon discovered that morning sickness was not specific to the morning, and happened throughout the day instead. Jane would visit her during the day, and Jo was at least able to visit the garden with her. Her cravings weren't too bad yet, but the smell of meat absolutely revolted her.

"Eat some more," Dean said as he pushed her lunch plate towards her. Lunch was some sort of stew, and Jo had only taken a few bites. She ate the bread but didn't like the meat in the stew.

"I'm not hungry," she argued.

"Jo, you need to eat."

"I do eat. I eat like a freakin' pig Dean. I just don't want any of this meat. It's gross," she complained.

"You've never complained about the stew before," Dean said, looking at her.

"I wasn't pregnant before," she snapped and pushed the food away. Dean had quickly caught on her frequent mood swings.

"Okay. You want my bread?" he asked, trying to get her to eat.

"Yeah," she answered and snatched the roll from his plate. "Sorry. I just don't want to sit in this building anymore," she explained and looked around and the other campers. Dean nodded and they stood up. She ate her roll on their way back to their cabin. "When are you leaving?" she asked.

"Raid's leaving in a few hours," Dean said, nodding at Eric and Tanner as they continued down the path.

"I'll miss you," she said, grabbing his hand.

"I'll try to hurry back. Bring you some goodies," he said with a smile and rested his hand on her back as they ascended the stairs to the porch.

"Don't forget Eliza's list," Jo reminded him and walked inside to plop herself on the couch. Eliza had made them a list of things that would be needed for Jo's delivery. "And find me some new books or something. The one's Sam brought over are so boring. I fall asleep reading." Dean laughed at her comment and kissed her forehead. Suddenly, Jo lurched forward and put her hand over her mouth. Running to the bathroom she emptied the contents of her stomach. Dean knew the routine at this point and grabbed a glass of water. Entering the bathroom, he saw her on the floor panting.

"Water?" he offered. She gratefully accepted and stood up to brush her teeth. "You okay?" he asked, concerned etched on his face.

"Fine. Just that lunch," she reasoned.

"Jo, let's go check it out. I know pregnant women get morning sickness, but it seems like you're in here way too much," Dean said carefully. He knew there was a possibility that she would blow up at him. She said he worried too much about everything. To his surprise she turned around to face him and slowly nodded her head.

An hour later Eliza showed up with a bag of various medications. Dean had spoken to her and voiced his concerns about Jo. Eliza was used to his visits, because he seemed to fret over every miniscule thing. The fact that Jo had agreed to be seen told her that it was an actual concern.

"Hey Jo, how ya feelin'?" Eliza asked as she spotted Jo reading a book at the table.

"Sick. I'm always sick. Give me something for it," Jo complained. Her stomach and head throbbed each day, especially around meal times. She was so uncomfortable and she was only two months pregnant. Something seemed off.

"How many times are you throwing up, dear?" Eliza asked, quickly assessing her physically.

"Like three times, usually around mealtimes."

"More like four, and sometimes it's during the night," Dean corrected with a pointed glare at Jo for underplaying her problems. Eliza asked a few more routine questions and finally smiled at Jo.

"I'm almost positive that you have hyperemesis gravidarum. It's actually a common condition with pregnancy."

"What's that?" Dean asked, standing next to Jo.

"It's excessive vomiting. Different from morning sickness. With the amount you're throwing up, I'm pretty sure that's what you have. It's nothing to be concerned about, because it's easily fixed with some antiemetics. I'll give you some zofran and we can see how that works," Eliza explained. Jo smiled in thanks and looked relieved. "However, if this medication doesn't work we'll have to try something else. It is a danger to the fetus if you're not obtaining adequate nutrition, and you've probably lost more weight than you've gained so far. I know we've got a little baby bump growing here, but you've gotta continue to feed that hungry baby," Eliza said with a smile. She patted Jo's shoulder and looked at Dean to make sure he understood. Over the course of the months that Jo had been at Camp Chitaqua, Eliza had come to learn how stubborn Jo was. She thought she could face anything, and was constantly moving. She figured that was part of what made Dean and Jo so good for each other.

"Thanks Eliza," Dean said as the nurse left. "I'll go tell Sam I'm not going."

"What?"

"The raid. I can't go when you're starting this medication. Someone should be here with you to make sure you don't have any reactions," Dean explained like it was the most obvious answer.

"No. You are going on that raid. I'll be fine! It's normal, Eliza said so."

"Jo, I'm not leaving you here alone."

"Stop treating me like I'm gonna pop any day Dean! I'm only two months along! We've got seven more to go sweetheart, I don't think we need to worry about that yet. I'll be just fine," Jo argued. She was getting irritated.

"Jo, I know. I'm not trying to treat you that way. I just love you, and I don't want anything happening to you. Or the baby," he added.

"Go. I'll have Rosa or Eliza check up on me. I will be okay Dean, I promise."

"You're a real pain in the ass. You know that?" Dean said with a smile and kissed her.

"Love you," she said while smiling into the kiss.