Misty
Gray, Hal and I walked into the doctor’s office. All of us were nervous and excited. For the past week, I’ve woken up with horrible morning sickness. But I also had afternoon sickness, and evening sickness. Hal was a trooper, holding my hair for me and putting a cold washcloth on the back of my neck. Helping me brush my teeth and rinse my mouth. I was always super weak after.
Poor Gray can apparently kill with his bare hands, be bloody from head to toe and gut someone like a fish, but seeing me get sick had him panicking. Every time it happened he wanted to rush me to the hospital.
He made Maggie make me nourishing smoothies and soups. He made sure I had every possible thing to help me with nausea. Ginger ale, crackers, yogurt and fruit. I especially loved pineapple. And I
