I was tired out. I was supposed to go on the tv set with Michael. But I did not feel up to it. I felt sluggish this past week. Morning sickness was hitting me fast. It was like having the flu. But it was a flu virus you could not get rid of.
Everything I loved to normally eat well; I could not stomach it. Poor Michael had just gone grocery shopping. And there was nothing here that I could stomach down.
I moan as I lay on the couch with a damp warm cloth over my forehead. Michael comes in on his lunch break. He told me he was going to swing by here to see how I was doing.
He had been worried about me. He rushes to my side where I was resting on the couch downstairs. I was hungry yet at the same time I was sick. I moan softly as Michael came and sit down beside me.
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