The Pregnancy from Hell
I sobbed as I vomited uncontrollably into the bucket in front of me. Shem held my hair and rubbed my back. As ecstatic as I was to be with child again, I did not realize it would be this hard. It had taken over a year of trying and a few miscarriages, but I had finally kept this child past ten weeks. My morning sickness had begun around week seven and it was now week twenty and I was still sick every day. Mother had told me not to worry, but I did of course. It also did not help that Shem and I had two infants running around like maniacs. They were absolutely mad and ran around destroying everything! Shem tried to take them for walks and to help him but they always found their way back. Adah was a bit calmer than her sister, but she was clingy and constantly wanted attention.
Tensions were high in the house, and as cranky as I was I still managed to be calm, until today. I was irritable and my back was killing me, yet I took a deep breath and managed to get out of bed. I had sent Shem to get some fish we could cook for supper which left me home alone with the twins. I had changed them when they woke up and let them run around for a bit after their nap while I was getting their lunch ready. Mushing berries and vegetables was easy enough, but it was also tedious. I was ready to feed them and Adah ate quietly and quickly, Evi on the other hand, was not all that willing. All she wanted to do was run around and kept slipping off of my lap.
"Evi please come back and let mama feed you." I begged my two-year old.
"No." She said as she ran around me.
"I can't take it anymore!" I screamed.
I threw the bowl of food at the wall and fell into a heaping, crying mess on the floor. Both of the girls had begun to cry as well. Shem must have come back in the midst of my fit; he brought both the girls to their room and put them down for a nap before coming back into the sitting room. He sat down next to me and pulled me into his arms.
"What happened Ila?" He asked me after I had begun to calm down.
"I could not get Evi to sit down and eat and I just got so frustrated with her. She never listens and I just felt so awful today and I lost it." I told him.
"I know it is hard, especially with Evi being as stubborn as she is, but you have to remember that she is two." He said.
He kissed the top of my head before getting up and picking up the pieces of the bowl; I guess it had shattered when it hit the wall.
"What if we cannot do this? What if two was enough?" I asked him.
"I think it is a bit too late for what ifs." He replied, touching my belly.