Kiara
"How are you feeling today, Ms. Black?" My OBGYN, Dr. Meadows, asks in a kind, sympathetic tone as she steps into the exam room, her eyes scanning my weary face.
"Like complete s**t," I confess bluntly. "Even with the Zofran, I can barely keep food down. I feel weak and exhausted all the time, and my breasts hurt so much, it feels like they're on fire."
Taking a deep, frustrated breath, I continue, my voice trembling with emotion, "We just buried my fiancé's mom a month ago, and he's barely eating and sleeping a lot when he's not at work, so I'm trying to be there for him while also hiding the fact that I'm pregnant by pretending I have some kind of virus. Of course, he's worried about me and I want to tell him the truth, but how the hell can he possibly be happy about a baby wh
