Francesca
The termmorning sicknesswas a lie, no doubt invented by a man to make it seem like it wasn't so bad. News flash for women everywhere: it was awful.
I rolled over and grabbed another ginger candy. While these little golden ovals didn't eliminate the nausea, they definitely reduced it. And pregnant women couldn't be choosers.
After sucking on the candy for a few moments, I felt ready to get up.
No, wait. Not so fast.
I fell back down and closed my eyes. I hated this. I hated being in Italy. I hated being a woman. I hated being pregnant.
And I really hated that baby's father.
I no longer referred to him by name. He was "my baby's father" or "the Devil" whenever I had to mention him in conversation. Which wasn't often, considering Giulio and my sisters were the
