Kristen and Sherry (Koshivuh and banshee69) picked through this with me. They are two absolutely amazing girls, and I am so blessed to be able to call them my red sharpies and voices of reason but, most of all, my friends. xx
-TLWLW-
-21-
February was a rough month. Bella had read somewhere that morning sickness was the worst in the first trimester. Well, those fuckers lied. Her first trimester was easy-peasy compared to this bullshit. At seven months pregnant, all she did was vomit, constantly. If she smelled food, she vomited; if she thought of Edward, she vomited; if she so much as rubbed her own bulging stomach, she vomited; and it was all beginning to wear her too thin.
She had barely made it to her appointment during advising week, and that would have really sucked, considering she needed to know how lenient the school would be with her taking a week off to have the baby and recuperate a bit, without losing credit on her courses.
The doctor put her on Diclectin, a medication to help manage the nausea. It helped, and by the first of March, Bella felt more like herself again; well, a whale-sized version of herself, but at least something similar.
Her ankles had started to swell, and her back ached all of the time. It hurt to sit; it hurt to lie down; it hurt to walk. Fuck, it just hurt all of the damn time.
Sleeping was a struggle, at best. The ever present dark circles under her eyes attested to that.
And every night as she tossed and turned, groaned and whimpered, she swore to herself she would never...ever...get pregnant again.
xx