(IVANNA)
The term, morning sickness, is a lie. No doubt it was invented by a man to give the impression that it isn't bad. Newsflash to all women, it is fucking awful.
I roll over and reach out for another ginger candy. Even though these golden ovals do little to contain the nausea, they definitely reduce it. After all, pregnant beggars can't be choosers. I suck on the candy and minutes later, I feel okay to wake up.
Wait, not so fast.
I flop back down and close my eyes. I hate this. I hate being in Tyva. But most of all, I hate being a woman.
And I loathe the father of this baby with my entire being.
I no longer refer to him with his name. He is either the devil or my baby's father whenever I have a conversation about him, which I barely do because the only people I actually talk to are my sisters and Karlen.
