Lexie
Leaning over the toilet, I had no choice but to allow the contents of my stomach to come back up. The only thing I could be grateful for is, apparently, I locked the door as I ran into the bathroom. The sound of Iron trying the door as I coughed up the remnants of the last thing I ate let me know he would only hear this and not have to see it. Peanut butter-covered pickles, the one thing I have craved and couldn't get enough of so far this whole pregnancy, tasted way better going down than it did coming up. Though, after this, I am not sure I will be able to enjoy the snack nearly as much as I have.
Thankfully, my agony didn't last long. Once my stomach was empty, and I dry heaved a couple of times, I was able to regain control of my body. The smell of fried chicken had also disap
