Broken Antler Fen When last I saw her she was dancing all alone

*whumps with week two of prego*

Even though she hadn't experienced this before, she knew she was probably pregnant when she was awoken in the early morning with a seering headache and a stomach demanding to be emptied of everything at once. 

Slipping from the group, she moved away to heave up her guts somewhere else, where it wouldn't disturb anyone. Hacking bits of prey from yesterday onto the ground along with the bile that stung like she'd swallowed poison, the thoughts came pretty fast of 'What in the actual hell is this what the frickity frick frack is going on why' , 'how long is this shit going to last' , and let's not forget the doubt of 'how was this ever a good idea why'd you do this'. 

The first week had been relatively smooth, aside from the random bouts of diziness, where she had had to take a break from whatever she was doing until it passed. Pearl was pretty sure that she was pregnant then, with all of the sexy times going on it was bound to happen at least once. But this? She was not at all prepared for this.