Natasha hated this feeling. She hated being sick. It wasn’t something she was used to as it so rarely happened to her, so these past few mornings had been particularly hellish. At least yesterday it had faded rather quickly, so she could hope that today would be a repeat of that.
Truthfully she wouldn’t remind a repeat of the entire day, as wonderful as it had been.
When she finally stopped retching she set the bucket back on the floor and tried to take a few soothing breathes. “This will stop eventually, right?” she asked. She hadn’t gotten past it last time, but then she had gotten sick even earlier in the pregnancy before. She hadn’t made it much farther along than this.
Taking a sip of the water Clint had brought her she swished it around in her mouth and spit it into the bucket before taking a smaller sip to actually swallow. “Sorry I woke you.”
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Date: 2014-11-06 08:51 pm (UTC)From:Truthfully she wouldn’t remind a repeat of the entire day, as wonderful as it had been.
When she finally stopped retching she set the bucket back on the floor and tried to take a few soothing breathes. “This will stop eventually, right?” she asked. She hadn’t gotten past it last time, but then she had gotten sick even earlier in the pregnancy before. She hadn’t made it much farther along than this.
Taking a sip of the water Clint had brought her she swished it around in her mouth and spit it into the bucket before taking a smaller sip to actually swallow. “Sorry I woke you.”