Luckily, Mikal's nausea seems to have subsided, at least for the most part, over the past couple months. Sure, she still wakes up in the middle of the night once or twice a week to vomit, but lately her nausea's been most triggered by specific foods or food types.
I'm just walking in the door with a couple bags from my latest food run, sure to keep specific craving requests away from any aversions that may make her sick on sight when she digs in for whatever she's looking for when she comes down.
I'm just starting to put stuff away, when I hear her yell out from upstairs, "Damnit!" which has me dropping the bag I'm on and racing up the stairs to make sure she's okay.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit!" she mutters, a little quieter now, though still loud enough to hear through the bedroom door.
"Mikal!" I call out, in a panic, opening the door. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
She nods, grumbling as she continues an apparent battle with the zipper of her jeans. "I'm fine, sorry if I scared you, it's just these damn jeans, they don't seem to fit anymore."
"Ohh, thank god" I sigh. "That you're okay, I mean..and that the baby's okay, not that-"
"I know" she cuts me off, chuckling a little. "I know, and again I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, I didn't even know you were home yet."
"Well that's cause I just got home." I explain. "Like not two minutes ago, I was just putting some of the food away when I heard you."
"You remembered to separate my things from the meats, right? And the-"
I cut her off, chuckling a little. "Yes, yes, got them all separated, I remembered."
"Good." she says. "That's good." She looks down at her, still open, zipper." "THAT is not."
"Come on, it's not that bad." I chuckle. "I mean it's a bummer, sure, but-" she cuts me off.
"A bummerrrr?" she whines. "These were my favorite jeans, and now I'm too fat to wear them. I mean, I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later, I just.."
"...was hoping for later?" I finish for her.
She laughs. "Or you know, not at all."
Aw, come on" I insist. "this just means you can see, now, that there's someone in there." I rest my hand on her growing baby bump, which makes her smile a little.
"Yeah, I guess..." she sighs.
"Besides.." I add. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll buy you some new jeans. Fair?"
"Not really." she sighs, meeting my hand with hers. "But I'll take you up anyways, cause I do need new jeans."
"Perfect." I say, going in for a kiss. "Just let me know when."
"Well I'll need some before work tomorrow...give me a couple hours? We can make a day of it?"
I nod. "Maybe order a pizza after?"
"Just no pepperonis though" she reminds me.
"Got it, soo...extra pepperoni, then?" I tease.
"Zia!" she exclaims.
"Kidding! I'm kidding, no pepperoni." I laugh, putting my hands up, to which she can't help but laugh too.
She points her fingers at me. "I'm watching you."
"Okay" I smirk, mocking the gesture, though she's already on her way downstairs to loot through the grocery bags.
