Chapter 107


    "Do you have a bug? You shouldn''t go over there today. You don''t want Danny to get sick."


    I sink down into a chair at the table. "I was fired. Danny won''t get sick." I don''t like the sick taste of acid


    in my throat. I need to run the water so the vomit will go down the drain but I can''t make myself.


    "Go back to bed, buttercup," my dad says. "I''ll clean up."


    If my dad weren''t here, I''d be crawling upstairs. But he is here, which means that I slowly and


    unsteadily make my way to the stairs and climb up them. They feel like they are a million miles long. I


    know that there are fewer than 2 dozen steps, but it doesn''t feel like it at the moment. When I get


    upstairs, I go into my room and close the door. Then I throw myself facedown on the bed.


    I wake up when someone turns the light in my room.


    "You awake?"


    "Yeah," I say, my voice a little bleary.


    "I brought you some peppermint tea," my dad says. "That''s what your grandmother used to give me."


    My grandmother died in a car ident before I was ever born. I know that she was a terrifyingdy but


    one with a heart of gold.


    "Thanks, Dad," I say, sipping a little of the tea after taking the mug from him. It feels good. I realize that


    I didn''t even rinse out my mouth after barfing.


    "Do you want to see a doctor?"


    "It''s probably something dumb that''ll disappear in a day or so," I tell my dad.


    Famousst words.


    Hyperemesis Gravidarum


    Elia


    After a week of nonstop barfing when I wake up in the morning, I realize that I have to face the truth


    and leave the house. I''m not ready for a doctor to confirm my hunch, so I wait until Dad has gone to


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    work before going out to the nearest pharmacy.


    I buy an EPT and creep into the de


    serted bathroom in the back. I pee on a stick and count the time in my head. After I''ve counted enough


    seconds, I look at the stick.


    Positive.


    Part of me wants to go out there and buy more tests. But the rational part of me knows that there''s a


    chance that I need to talk to a doctor.


    "You''re pregnant."


    I stare at the OBGYN that I looked up on the Inte. Not long ago, I was going to a pediatrician.


    "I''m sorry, what?"


    "You''re pregnant," she says.


    "I can''t be pregnant," I say.


    "Well, you better get ready for it. The baby ising, whether you like it or not. Would you like an


    ultrasound?"


    "I guess," I say.


    "I have to warn you, it''s going to be intravaginal. You aren''t far enough along for us to do it externally,"


    she warns me.


    "Okay," I say.


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