It was day three of week four of the toilet ritual and it was right about now that I started to suspect something was up. I probably should have guessed something was wrong with me after the second week but I continued to dismiss it as just rancid food.
Still, why the berry didn't I visit the doctors?
I think it's only fair that I explain to you about when I first noticed this sickness.
It was a saturday morning in mid-June. I had been up most of the night with stomach cramps but now that I was awake it felt as if my stomach was doing somersaults at an incredibly ridiculous pace. I did kinda feel like I was going to throw up then but I thought it might just have been made worse by my desire for sustenance.
I calmly made some pancakes and in the short time that it took for them to cook I got changed. I will admit that the pancakes did ease away the pain but with every mouthful I felt as if I could spit it back up.
Note to self - Do not eat when you feel as if you're going to throw up.
Not 10 minutes had passed until the desire to throw up became too strong for me to handle. I did try to resist the urge but alas, no, my stomach had other ideas.
I guess you can say that was the day that the toilet bowl and I became very accquainted with one another.
Under strict orders from Gin I arranged a consultation with a doctor. Well sorta...
The doctor was one of those online doctors where you have to send in a brief description of your symptoms. Once I had sent them in the doctor wished to Skype me about it (weird I know but very convenient). Words I didn't understand were tossed up here and there but after a brief discussion about it the doctor took my symptoms and explained she would give me a call in the following days about what exactly had caused my sickness.
After logging off the computer I marched downstairs and seated myself at the easel. Being in the stylist career meant that it was helpful to practise my drawing skills. I wasn't that bad at drawing but I knew for a fact that I was better off using fabric than pencils and brushes.
Meanwhile Gin was constantly visiting every social event the town had to offer. The landlady, Blanca, told us that if we ever wanted to make friends in this town then we were going to have to mingle with the neighbours. I had already mingled in a way what with my job but Gin was still to meet the neighbours.
The social event was a big clean up of the local junkyard. I myself had seen how high the piles of rubbish were and I knew that it would be a monumentous task for all of the volunteers. According to what Gin told me he was tasked with cleaning up the large pile at the pack along with two other volunteers.
I myself have no recollection of how long it took for Gin and the other volunteers to clear the pile but I can tell you it took well over 4 hours. Gin arrived home sometime after I completed this image.
"Sweetheart I'm ho-" then was a pause only to be followed by a light chuckle, "Is this your latest piece? It certainly is...unique."
Racing downstairs I greeted my boyfriend with a swift kiss before he lifted me into his arms.
"I thought I told you to take it easy." he warned, lowering me to the floor.
I still had my arms wrapped around him and I smirked slightly.
It was 3 days later when I recieved the call regarding my sickness. I had just finished washing up and I could hear my phone ringing. I picked it up tentatively. Okay I'll admit that I was a little nervous after all I had no idea what was wrong with me...
"Miss Sorbet?"
"Good evening Ms Woods. I presume you have the results?"
"Of course I do! I would've gotten these to you a lot sooner but we had a bit of an emergency at the surgery. Anywho congrats mommy!"
Pregnant.
That is why I have been so ill this last month. I guess I should be relieved that it isn't anything serious but being pregnant still frightened me. I personally didn't think Gin and I were ready but I guess we didn't have much of a choice. I was more concerned about what Blanca was going to say. After all she told us not to have any children until after the first year.
"Miss Sorbet?"
"Yes. That is great news Ms Woods thank you for letting me know."
"No problem. I've booked you in for your first scan in a few weeks. Goodbye Miss Sorbet."
"Bye." *click*
Gin came waltzing over to me almost as soon as the conversation was finished. He placed an arm on my shoulder.
"So the verdict is?"
I smiled a little trying to find the right words to use. "Well it would appear that I'm pregnant." I replied swiftly trying not to make a big deal out of it.
Gin pulled me into a tight hug and kept going on about how great this is. I sighed after a little while which Gin must've picked up on.
"You don't seem as excited as me..." he whispered pulling away.
I scratched the palm of my hand looked away. Don't get me wrong I was thriled to be becoming a mommy I just was a little nervous and I didn't think we were ready.
"Ahh I know what's wrong with you! Well don't you worry my dear everything will be fine!"
Gin leaned in and planted a big kiss on my lips. D'aww he's too good for me!
