This choice: Fast Pregnancy - Samantha Experiences A 9 Day Pregnancy starting NOW. • Go Back... All of sudden, that warm feeling leaves her body and settles into her midsection, causing her to jolt, as if she just opened the door on a cold winter's day, blasting in the cold air.
The warm feeling in her midsection continues, forcing her to place her hand on her stomach, and let out a groan.
"Umph" she says.
"What the matter Sammy?" Nina asks her friend.
"I just feel really weird all of the sudden" Samantha says.
"Weird how?" Chris asks.
"I feel really nauseous all of a sudden" she says, her stomach churning.
"Maybe you're coming down with something" Chris says.
"Yeah maybe" Samantha says to herself, the warm feeling in her stomach finally subsiding, but the nausea remaining.
Taking her hand of her stomach, she places her newly purchased strange coin into her purse, and looks back at her two friends.
"So what now?" Samantha asks, fighting off the nausea.
"Well, we can stay here, or head back home" Chris says. "I'm up for staying".
"Me too" says Nina.
"Well then I guess that's settled. Count me to hang around. I mean I found this coin, you never know what else I might fi- - - -HMMPH!" Samantha is interrupted by a sudden, strong desire by her lunch to make a dramatic reappearance. She quickly covers her mouth and takes off running away from her friends, towards the bathrooms.
"Samantha! You gonna be okay?!" Nina and Chris yell out after their soon-to-be-vomiting friend.
She ran. Faster than she ever thought possible, her hand over her mouth, desperatly trying to keep her lunch down. She reached the ladies rest room in record time, probably running into people, and knocking them aside. She bolted through the door, her stomach churning, her mouth full of sick, and knelt before the porcelain god in front of her.
HURK! was the only sound she made, as the contents of her stomach emptied into the toilet bowl in front of her. HURK! She seemed to throw up for a seemed like minutes, desperately trying to keep her fading blonde hair from becoming thick with sick. Eventually, her stomach settled, and she stood panting by the toilet, filled with her (former) stomach contents.
"Ugh" is all she say, trying to catch her breath, and calm down after her puke-a-thon. She grabbed some toilet paper, and dabbed the corners of her mouth, before tossing it into the bowl and flushing it. She picked herself off the floor, and washed her hands and face, feeling calm and relaxed as the cold water splashed on her face.
What was that? Samantha asked herself, as the sudden wave of nausea seemed to vanish as quickly as it came.
A new feeling came over her: Tiredness. Extreme tiredness. She felt exhausted.
I must be getting sick she said, studying her reflection in the mirror. She took a few more moments to collect herself, before leaving the bathroom and rejoining her friends.
"There she is! Samantha! What happened to you!" Nina asks with worry on her face.
"I just had to throw up all the sudden. It was weird" Samantha says, the new feeling of tiredness washing over her.
"You gonna be okay?" Chris asks.
"Yeah, I'm just really tired now. I think I'm coming down with something. I'm going to head home, I'll take to you guys later." She says before hugging her friends goodbye, and heading back out to her car.
"You think she'll be fine?" Nina asks.
"Oh yeah, she can take care of herself" Chris says.
Samantha's drive back was nothing if not uneventful. No more bouts of strange sudden nausea, just an overwhelming desire to sleep. Eventually she pulled into the driveway of her two story house, with a large front-and-back yard, in a nice quiet little neighborhood.
She often wondered why she didn't sell the house. It was a house for people with children, in a neighborhood for people with children, not a house for a single childless divorcee. Getting out of her car, and into her house, she didn't even make it to her bedroom, plopping down on the couch, kicking off her shoes, and falling almost instantly asleep.
Her dreams were troubling. In her dream, she was massive, big as a house, very, very pregnant. She was cooking a large dinner for her other three children sitting at the table, loudly waiting for their dinner, while tormenting each other. "Mommy, is it dinner time yet! We're hungggrryyy!" Her oldest daughter whined, banging her silverware up and down on the table.
"In a moment sweetie! Mommy can only do some much with your little brother or sister inside of her!" She says, stirring the big pot of pasta with one hand, rubbing her belly with the other. Her middle child, her son, sat at the table banging his utensils against his dishes, making an unholy racket, while her youngest child, her second son, sat the table, completely dirty from head to foot, playing with his army men.
She was still the same age as she always was, but now dealing with three very young children, aged 6 -2 with another one on the way. Her house was a mess, dirty clothes and toys everywhere, dishes stacked up in the sink, the TV blaring some children's cartoon show in the other room.
Then she awoke with a start, alone, back in her house, as it always was. No children screaming for food and banging plates. No dirty clothes and toys strewn about the house. No pregnant belly. Just her, alone, as always.
What a nightmare she thought to herself, her dream reminding her of why she never wanted children. Still she said, placing a hand on her stomach and looking down, a faint smile crossing her face. Suddenly, she shakes her head and is brought back to reality. Come on Sam, snap out it.
GROAN! A mighty hunger gurgle comes from her stomach. She was hungry. Very hungry. It felt as if she hadn't eaten for days.
"Well I guess I better get something to eat. Hopefully, I can keep it down this time" she says aloud to herself. She headed into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Soy Milk, a few pieces of fruit, a couple of old slices of pizza. I really need to go shopping she thinks to herself, seeing that there is very little to actually eat.
Without thinking, as if almost by instinct, she grabs the pizza, and takes a bite out it. Not bad but could use something else she thinks, and begins digging through the cabinets in here kitchen. She didn't have much, just an half-eaten jar of peanut butter (she hated the stuff) and an unopened jar of pickles.
She grabs the peanut butter and the pickles, and begins to apply generous portions of both to her slices of pizza. She grabs the pickle-peanut butter pizza and takes a bite, her mouth filling with a flavor that while many would consider disgusting, she thought was heavenly.
Weird, I hate pickles and I HATE peanut butter, but this tastes so good on this pizza she thinks to herself, adding more pickles and peanut butter to her remaining slices of pizza, and heading off into the living room. She plopped down on the couch, and turned on the tv, searching for something to eat while enjoying her bizarre food mixture.
News, movies, gardening shows, none of these interested her right now as she looked for something to watch. Eventually the channel lands on the image of a very pregnant woman, getting her belly casted, her husband by her side. Oh god, another one of these pregnancy shows. Why is this always on every channel? she thinks taking another bite of her pickle-peanut butter pizza.
She was going to reach for the changer to switch to another channel, but stopped. For whatever reason, she suddenly became engrossed in this tale of this woman's pregnancy. Minutes flew by and the show ended with the woman giving birth, and then another episode of the series came on, following another woman's pregnancy. Samantha continued to eat her pizza, watching the mini-pregnancy show marathon, sharing in the laughs and tears along wit the expectant women in the show.
Three hours passed, as the marathon finally ended, Samantha curled up on the couch, tears running down her face, wearing the widest smile.
Just as she was in her happy place, her phone rang, snapping Samantha out of her daze.
She picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Samantha asked, turning off the tv, now that her program was over.
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