Whitney
So far I've been pretty lucky. Other than a few times, morning sickness hasn't been a blip on my radar. Today that changed in a major way. I take a look at myself in the mirror and squeeze my cheeks, hoping to put some color into them. I still have the nasty taste in my mouth since I have no toothpaste or mouthwash. I hope it doesn't cause me to get sick again. I have to figure this out, I have to pull myself together and make this work.
“Are you sure you don't want to go home?" Addison, asks as I come out of the ladies room for the third time in the last hour. I hope that no one has noticed and that no one thinks I was on a bender the night before. That's the last thing that I need right now.
I shake my head. Being able to do my job, being able to support myself is the only thi
