Sarah
I wake up with my stomach in knots, a sour taste coating my mouth.
Something's off.
I look to my side and see that it's empty. Matthew must've gotten up before me and left the room.
The nausea surges again, a hot wave rising from my gut to my throat. I kick off the sheets and stumble toward the bathroom.
I barely make it to the toilet before everything comes up. I haven't even eaten breakfast yet, so it's mostly bile and last night's dinner. My knees dig into the bathroom mat, fingers gripping the toilet seat so hard they turn white.
I groan. My eyes water and my nose runs. I feel disgusting.
When the retching finally stops, I sit back on my heels. That's when it hits me.
I might be pregnant.
