Nine months after the miscarriage, we got pregnant again. I took about 6 tests before I told Rick, and we waited about 2 weeks before we told my parents. We told them not to say anything to anyone, because if we lost another baby, it would be easier the fewer people that knew. I was starting to dig my way out of the depression and found my smile again, but I was terrified that I would do something again that would make me loose the baby. Almost immediatly the morning/afternoon/evening/middle of the night sickness hit and kicked me in the butt. It was aweful. I was puking all the time, and when I say all the time, I mean ALL the time. When I went to see my OB/GYN I told her and she gave me meds to help with the vomiting, but it wonked me out so badly that I was a zombie on it, so no matter what I did, I was useless.
This pregnancy was really difficult from the begining and I knew that it wouldn't get any better. I tried as much as I could to play off my constant nausia to those around me and we kept the pregnancy a secret for a couple of months.
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