On the third day, Heidi couldn't take it anymore.
"Bridget, I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar places. I'd like to go back to my apartment."
Sitting beside the bed, I tucked the blanket around her myself.
"Don't be afraid. My mom threw up constantly when she was pregnant with me."
Her face paled slightly.
"I haven't thrown up."
"Exactly."
I smiled at her.
"You're 4 weeks along, but you're not nauseated or tired, and your appetite is better than mine. What a considerate baby. It doesn't trouble its mother at all."
Heidi immediately covered her mouth and retched twice.
I nearly burst out laughing.
She'd just learned the trick and was already putting it into practice. How "smart".
That night, the caregiver on duty overheard Heidi's call with her assistant.
She said only one th
