BETH.
The girls had started dancing by now, but Lara was nowhere in sight. I was in no mood to dance, so I decided to wait for her. While waiting for her, I began to feel nauseous again. Immediately, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited. When I was done cleaning the mess, I angrily picked up my phone where I placed it and dialled my doctor's number. After the third ring, she picked up the call.
"Good day, miss Elizabeth," she called out to me.
"Doctor, I don't get it anymore. This s**t is bothering me so much, I can't explain it." I ranted to the doctor.
"Calm down, ma'am." She said to me with a calm voice. "What is it that's wrong with you?"
"Isn't there something I can do to stop this vomiting thing? It's annoying me," I said. "Must everyone know I'm pregnant?" I snapped at her.
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