This isn’t the longest chapter in the world, but I hope you enjoy it!!

Chapter Four Part Two- Relieving Yourself of Your Morning Sickness

The tires crunched the loose gravel as the minivan drove slowly up the driveway. Coming to a halt in the half darkness of the garage, Kate switched off the car and pulled the key out of the ignition.

“Yes, we’re finally home!” Kerry exclaimed, unbuckling her seatbelt and beginning to open her door.

“Wait a minute, Kerry.”

Turning around in her seat, Kerry faced her mother.

“What is it?” she asked, confused.

“I just wanted to tell you how well I think you’ve been coping with this so far,” Kate said, looking at her daughter lovingly.

“Thanks, mom,” Kerry whispered, slightly taken aback by her mother’s sudden change of mood.

“I mean it. You behaved wonderfully at the doctor’s office today, even with those ladies in the waiting room talking about you. I couldn’t have been more proud of you.”

Smiling, Kerry leaned over and hugged her mom.

“I love you, mom,” she whispered, hugging her mother tighter.

A tear slid down each side of Kate’s face.

“I love you, too, sweetie. I really do.”

A few silent moments passed by, before Kerry finally released her mother from her hug.

“Look at us!” she said, wiping her eyes and starting to laugh. Kate couldn’t help but smile and laugh along.

“I know!”

Still chuckling, Kerry turned around to open her door.

“Oh, one more thing Kerry.”

“Yeah?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

“Your dad would be very proud of you, too,” Kate said.

“I hope so.”

Thirty minutes later-

“Kids, dinner’s ready!” Kate called up the stairs.

“Thank god, I’m starving!” Kerry cried, sliding off her bed and running towards her door. A sudden feeling of nausea stopped her in her tracks. “Yep, okay, no more sudden movements for me!”

“You okay?” Bridget asked, coming out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’m good. Little nauseous, that’s all,” Kerry replied.

“Do you want me to tell mom you’ll be late for dinner?” Bridget asked.

“Hey, she’s actually being considerate of how I feel!” Kerry thought.

“Um, nah. Just tell her I’ll be down in a sec.”

“Okay, then,” Bridget said, walking out the door.

Taking deep breaths to calm herself, Kerry got up and went into the bathroom. She opened one of the drawers and took an Aspirin, hoping it would help ease her stomach pains. But, alas, it did not.

Slamming the toilet seat against the back of the toilet, Kerry held her hair out of the way and vomited.

Five minutes later, Kerry emerged from the bathroom, pale and tired. Tying her curly red hair back into a ponytail, she slid on her slippers and walked downstairs. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, her mom was right at her side.

“Kerry, what happened? You look awful!” Kate exclaimed, looking at her daughter’s pasty white face.

Bridget leaned over and said, “She said she was feeling nauseous upstairs before I came down. She probably threw up.”

“Thanks, Bridget,” Kerry replied sarcastically, her voice barely louder than a whisper, and very scratchy.

“Did you get sick, honey?” Kate asked.

Kerry nodded her head, not trusting herself to open her mouth without upchucking all over the tile floor.

“Oh, my poor baby! Alright, no dinner for you. Just go right back upstairs to your room,” Kate said, steering Kerry away from the kitchen and back up the stairs. “I’ll come check on you when I’m finished eating, okay?”

Kerry nodded again, and trudged back up stairs. The last thing she remembered was slamming her bedroom door shut, and then collapsing onto the carpet floor.

Okay, you guys really have to tell me whether you want Kerry’s baby to be a boy or a girl. I need to know!!