Expectant mothers at this point in time may begin to display mood swings, appetite changes, and breast tissue development.
Lenae coughed and heaved, tears prickling the corners of her eyes as she bowed down and emptied out her stomach. She groaned and took a step back, her nose wrinkling at the foul odour. With a kick or two, she buried it beneath the snow- out of sight and out of mind. Or at least that would've been nice. Lenae winched as she was hit with yet another wave of nausea, she didn't even have anything left to throw up. No matter what she ate she couldn't seem to keep it down, be it rabbit or something more substantial.
Lenae quickly concluded that motherhood was not quite as idyllic as her Mother had made it seem. Where was the bubbling sense of excitement, expectation? Lenae felt nothing but bleh with a massive heaping of moodiness on top, just for good measure. She could handle the sickness, it wasn't entirely foreign to her, but anything more than that was unwelcome. Emotions were tricky things, even at the best of times, but now? They flip-flopped back and forth between misery (a feeling she was familiar with) to bitterness, then all the way back happiness, all bright and hopeful, as though everything was hunky dory.
Not only that but she felt sore, the skin along the bottom of her belly was real tender, softer than before. No matter how she laid down, be it on her side or folded into one neat pile, she couldn't get comfortable and that only made her even more sour -if that was even possible.
With a huff, she stared out at the Tarn with narrowed, squinty yellow eyes. Perhaps all of this would pass, but what if it only got worse? What then?