I woke up with a terrible headache again and I rushed to the washroom to throw up. I brought out whatever I had in my tummy. I was drained from throwing up, but I was still happy. How could I not be? I have a little angel budding in my womb. I was determined to do everything that would make my baby happy. That would make "our" baby happy. I planned my pleasant weekend to go home and speak with Marvin and tell him the most significant news in our life. My mind was so occupied with all joyful thoughts as I went about my usual routine. However, I did my best to slow down during our practices. “Stop! Damn it, Jann. What is wrong with you?” shouted my cheerleader. “Sorry. I’m just not feeling well today.” I lied as he heaved an audible sigh. “Get out of the field. Everyone from the top!” he

