Waiting Game
CAMILA
Buttoning my pants up I called for the girls to meet me in my bathroom. The sound of their feet dashing through the house is refreshing. We finally moved back home after a long awaited renovation. The baby’s nursery is complete for the most part minus the miniscule details.
“Nenas? Come here now, por favor?!” I said again. As I began to straighten my hair I felt the nausea kick in. I counted in my head and took deep and slow breaths to remain at ease. I’ve noticed that when I start to feel sick, I’ll panic and the sickness would hit me so much harder. “Oh baby..you’re giving your mama a hard time but it’s okay.”
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