Hushed Willows can u down a 20 foot waterslide pegnat?

She didn't know if it was because of the gods, necessarily, but she appreciated Olive's enthusiasm nonetheless. Lily folded herself willingly into the woman's embrace, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with joy. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, in sync with a fresh wave of nausea. How could she feel so happy and yet so. . .shitty?

My Mum was sick a lot when she was pregnant, she said, sounding dubious. I dunno whether that's something that would run in the family. I hope not. I feel dreadful. She laughed, pulling away from the midwife and sliding her tongue along her chops, trying to keep the bile at bay. 

The blackbird canted her head in question. Anything I should be doing? she asked, genuinely curious. Special herbs, food. . .? Mum used to walk a lot. I can't remember anything else, though. Her mother had walked a lot, anyway, but Lily remembered her pregnancy as being particularly active in that sense.