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Yvonne's POV

The moment my eyes opened, I knew it was going to be another rough day. Last night’s elation over being able to eat a meal that didn’t make me ill had evaporated. I should have known it wasn’t meant to last. I lay in bed, inhaling through my nose and slowly exhaling, hoping I could breathe through the nausea I could feel moving over my body. It always started out as kind of a tickle of ick and then came on much stronger.

The breathing exercises the doctor had told me to try weren’t working. I didn’t even know why I tried. I jumped out of bed and raced for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time to go through my usual routine of vomiting. Morning sickness was no joke. I couldn’t deal with a full nine months of this, I told myself as I hugged the porcelain seat. I was seriously considering moving my bed into the bathroom or moving the toilet to the bedroom. Something had to give.

I stayed on the cold tile floor for a good twenty minutes,