One Hundred and Thirty Three

Sarahiah woke up during the night feeling hungry, and very weak. Taking her time she slowly walked to the kitchen. Checking to see what leftovers it had from dinner, "Boy I hate this vomiting, I have never eaten so much in years, now suddenly every few hours my stomach scrapes for something to eat ."

Sarahiah opened the containers from the refrigerator the fumes that burst through her nostrail was very upsetting and disgusting. Having to cover it quickly, and rushed to the face basin. Whatever little in my stomach was out and the scraping was even more fierce . "God, this is worse than the first pregnancy" Rinsed her mouth, but her stomach kept growling.