Morrigan is many things (whathavewehere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-10-31 14:27:00 |
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Who: Morrigan
What: Morrigan is having some suspicions about possibly being pregnant, but refuses to really acknowledge them.
When: Late last week
Where: Her home
Warnings: Mentions of morning sickness
The past couple weeks Morrigan had noticed some changes in her that were starting to set off alarms in her head. However, she was also refusing to give in just yet. Perhaps she was making things up. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions. It was that fine line that she wasn't yet ready to step over. She'd rather remain in ignorance for the time being.
And yet Morrigan was hyperaware of the fact that she'd already been through a pregnancy in her dreams. She'd seen the early signs, known how she'd acted and felt while carrying her son. Part of her already knew the truth, that she herself was pregnant, and she could pinpoint when it had happened. That time she and Maia had somehow ended up in a threesome with Logan. Which had been completely unplanned, and Morrigan was normally not the sharing type like that. But that day had been different. Her sex drive had been out of control, so she hadn't minded the threesome.
However, she didn't know how Maia or Logan would take the news. Sure, she and Maia had touched on the subject of children previously, but there'd been no period of time that they'd pinpointed for having a family. This was sudden and unexpected, and Morrigan felt she should have been more vigilant on using the morning after pill. After she'd started dating Maia, she hadn't needed to keep a stock of that, and it hadn't occurred to her to use one after the time with Logan. Which brought her to the current predicament of being at war with herself. One part was trying to get her to acknowledge that she might indeed be pregnant and should take a test to see. The other part was refusing to deal with this, and that was the side that was currently winning.
Morrigan headed into her greenhouse and she had to pause once she entered it. The aromas of her plants were extremely strong to her of late. Moreso than normal. Some of them she liked, others she didn't. And right now, it was far too much to really take in.
"Oh, Maker," she groaned a bit as a wave of nausea rolled over her. She pressed a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes for a moment before she had turn around and leave her greenhouse. It was just too overpowering to be in there right now. Morrigan headed back inside to find a bathroom. Clearly she should avoid her greenhouse for a while, which was not the best thing because she needed to care for her plants. Perhaps if she was pregnant, she'd need to find a work around until she could stomach being in her greenhouse. But right now, she pushed that from her mind.
After her stomach settled, she decided to do some laundry. She didn't have any clients today, so perhaps Morrigan would take the opportunity to do some cleaning. And maybe she'd make a trip to one of the magic shops for some herbs and maybe light incense, if she found some that she liked. With luck, she'd find something that wouldn't upset her stomach. And finding ways to keep Maia from noticing the occasional throwing up would be necessary. Morrigan sighed heavily as she gathered a load of clothes and took them to the laundry room.
Somewhere she was absolutely certain that her mother was laughing at her.