I was already twelve weeks pregnant.
It's been three months, and now my first trimester is almost over.
Supposedly, the morning sickness should have been improving, but it was not.
I was barely making it to the bathroom, again.
This was the third time this morning, as I've been constantly nauseous.
I couldn't keep anything down. Water, crackers, tea. Nothing stays.
I was even losing weight instead of gaining, my clothes were getting looser.
Elliot has been concerned. "You need to eat. You know the baby needs nutrients."
"I know, and I'm trying."
"Trying isn't working. You should call Dr. Patel."
"I have an appointment with her tomorrow."
"That might be too late."
He was being dramatic, but could probably be right.
The appointment was at 10:15 AM, and Tony picked me up.
We haven't spoken since our fight three nights ago, when he showed up at 11 PM demanding to discuss Pete.
The car ride was silent and uncomfortable.
"How are you feeling?" he finally asked.
"Fine."
