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Mary started dry heaving over the toilet again feeling nothing coming out. She felt sick all week and thought it was food poisioning from the weird tacos she had at the diner. But it wasn't.

"Mar, you still sick? This is gettin' serious," George said getting concerned standing by the bathroom doorway.

His wife replied tiredly getting up from the bathroom floor. "I'm fine. Jus' nauseous."

"That's what you said yesterday. You should see a doctor."

"It was the tacos George, or it's a bug that's been goin' around. I don't know. I should be better by tomorrow," she says. "I'm just gonna go to bed. Don't you worry about me."

"Are you sure?"

Mary nodded quickly.

Shaking his head, he walks away announcing, "Alright. I'm goin' out."

"I swear if you return home drunk, I'll smack ya!" She yells before going into the bedroom to collapse on the bed. She heard a huff before the front door opens and closes.

She was very tired and feels like sleeping right now. But she doesn't get it. She's been sick all week and she thought she was getting better but feels a tad bit worse now. Maybe George is right, she should see a doctor.

Breathing a heavy sigh, she got up off the bed, kneeled next to it and then folded her hands into prayer.

"Dear lord," Mary starts, "Please help me get better from whatever illness this is. I thought this bug was goin' away. I guess not. I checked my temperature but I have no fever at all which is ridiculous. Sorry… I don't know what is coming over me… Could be food poisoning, or long term virus, or…"

She trailed off realizing something. When was the last time she had her period? It was around after end of May or early June. It's now the middle of July. Her period is late.

She traces the other symptoms. Her feet feel swollen, she overslept a couple times and is still fatigued, throwing up every morning and couldn't even eat a thing.

Could she be…?

"… Excuse me!"

Immediately she got and ran out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to the living room finding her almost five year old son George Jr. watching cartoons while playing with a toy truck.

"Georgie! Put your shoes on, we gotta go to the store real quick," Mary says getting her pocketbook and puts out Georgie's shoes for him and he puts them on his feet before they walk out the door to the car in the driveway and she puts the car into drive.

She parks at a nearby drug store, gets out of the car, gets her son out and puts him in a shopping car.

"Alright baby, now we are not here for toys. This is for mommy only. I promise to get you a lollipop later, ok?"

Georgie nodded and she pushes the cart into the store and down the aisle where there's pregnancy tests. She takes three in case and then Georgie a lollipop as she promised, purchased them and then headed home.

Mary takes a glass of water and immediately heads into the bathroom and used her test seeing if it's true.

First test: She felt shocked. No. She can't be. Double lines. No way.

Second test: Tears started to fall moments after seeing the same result. She praises that it couldn't be true. They couldn't afford much around that point, despite the fact that she works part time at a grocery store, but she didn't get paid much. How on earth are they going to get the money?

Third test: She stared sobbing as the test stayed the same. She couldn't believe it. She is indeed pregnant.

"How did dad find out?" Sheldon asked his mom.

Mary replied taking the glass from her son, "I told him later that day. He was shocked too. We went to the doctor the next day to make sure I really am… Turns out I really was. George went to work the next day and wants a raise. And he did. But I didn't go to work till the morning sickness went away which was a while."

"Did you tell Meemaw?" Sheldon asked again looking up at her in question.

"I called her, she thought I was kidding." Then she laughs remembering it. "Anyways, that was around my second month of pregnancy."

Her son asked once more, "Are we going through every month until I entered the world?"

Mary smiled. "We don't have to honey. That could take all night, and you got school tomorrow. Why don't you pick a month and I'll tell you."

"Alright, but tell where the morning sickness ends, I feel a little nauseous," he said leaning back on the couch.

His mom then continues the story, "The morning sickness doesn't end till the fifth month, but I had a bigger problem…"