Carnaghan

When she entered the dining hall and her gaze landed on her husband a smile would grace her lips, despite the nausea that turned her stomach. When he crossed over to wrap her in a warm hug she curled her own arms around him and pressed her forehead against his chest, giving a soft sigh. She lifted her head shortly there after, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm okay, just a little nauseous," she said in her best reassuring tone. She knew that he had noticed the upset stomach and throwing up at the very least, and he had kind of been acting like he thought she might just be sick. It was cute, actually, the way that he'd been treating her. Although it had also been kind of irritating, but only because he'd been treating her like she was made of glass that was about to break at any given moment. The irritation probably stemmed from the hormones that she'd noticed were starting to go all wonky on her, too. And speaking of hormones, when he pulled out the chair for her and she settled in to it she felt random tears spring to her eyes. Oh gods. This pregnancy thing was just ridiculous with things like that. What did she have to cry over? Absolutely nothing. When he mentioned that the cook should be bringing out some food soon she nodded, though frowned at his practically whispered tone. "You don't have to whisper, love. My head is fine," she said with a small smile. Yep. Changing emotions within seconds of each other. This was freaking perfect. Damn emotional roller coaster. (Not that she knew what a roller coaster was, but hey.) She shifted uncomfortably in the chair and pressed a hand against her stomach, willing the nausea to cease for a little while. What she wouldn't give to actually be able to eat something without throwing it up almost immediately afterwards. A sigh drifted from her lips when the cook arrived with different choices for food. Something among what the cook brought out made her wrinkle her nose at the smell. "Oh," she said, her face going pale. Fortunately a servant nearby happened to notice the look on her face and rushed to her side to help her out of the chair. The only saving grace was that there wasn't anything in her stomach to come up. So it was all dry heaving on her part. After a few moments she finally turned back to the table and settled back in the chair, pressing a hand against her nose to stave off whatever smell had upset her stomach in the first place. "This is getting ridiculous," she said out loud, without thinking about what she was saying. "I do not remember my mother being this bad off when she was pregnant," she said in a complaining tone. Again, she didn't really think about what she'd just said. And probably wouldn't unless he said something.

She felt bad for his continued apologies, though she knew there was nothing either of them could really do about it. When he shouted at the cook over the food she frowned at him. "Alpin," she said in a chastising tone. "It's not his fault," she continued. "Something just had a really strong smell to it and triggered the nausea," she said softly. When he apologized again she simply shook her head, though her eyes widened at his exclamation. What was he wowing her over? She starred at him briefly before realizing what she'd said about her mother's pregnancy. Oh. That must be what the wow was for. A giggle bubbles from her lips when he set her back down on her feet and said that he couldn't believe. She shook her head. "Neither could I," she admitted with a soft laugh. At his question she frowned a bit, tears springing to her eyes again. Damnit. She was so not normally this emotional. Ugh. "I wasn't trying to keep it from you," she said on a sigh. "I was just supposed to be waiting," she said with a shake of her head. "I've only been certain of it for a few weeks now," she admitted a bit sheepishly. "And everyone I've ever known has said to be careful about really saying anything until you can feel it start moving," she said on a sigh. "I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I was scared," she admitted, the tears finally spilling over. Most of it was the hormones, though part of it was because she was finally admitting to her own fears.

"I didn't want to say anything, because if something happens," she said, letting her voice trail off when he ordered the cook to bring ginger. A smile spread across her lips when he explained that ginger had helped his mother with morning sickness when she'd been pregnant with him. She stepped forward about half a pace and wrapped her arms around his waist. "And this is why I love you," she said with a soft giggle. Yep. Again with the changing emotions crap. She leaned up on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips.

She'd smiled at him through the tears, muttering something about hormones in way of explanation for the tears. When he said nothing was going to happen she smiled faintly; hoping that he was right. "No, not yet," she admitted a bit sheepishly. She hated being examined by physicians, and he was probably going to yell at her for that, but hey. She laughed at his comment about loving him because he was attractive. "Well. It does help, and probably played a big part in me falling for you," she teased gently. "But I'd have to say your thoughtfulness definitely wins out," she said with a giggle. "I hope it does too. I'm tired of this nausea," she said with a frown to his comment on the ginger. A giggle bubbled from her lips when he said he was going to have a conversation with the baby about not making mommy sick when it was born. "I'm pretty sure you're going to have to wait until he or she is a bit older for them to understand," she said, shaking her head.

At that point the cook had returned with the ginger, though he'd crushed it up and mixed it with some water for her so that she wouldn't have to just chew on the root itself. "Thank you," she said, flashing the man a smile before she took the glass and sipped at it. The soothing effect on her stomach was almost instant, which was a huge relief to her. Especially after having been sick for the majority of the last few weeks. She turned to beam at her husband. "You are brilliant," she said with a laugh before she took another sip of the water. Her stomach gave a low rumble and she knew that she needed to eat something, so she picked a piece of toast and began to nibble on it. When she was finished with it and the glass of ginger infused water she turned her attention back to her husband and flashed him a smile. It was the first time in weeks that she'd eaten something and managed to keep it down for any length of time. "Yep. Absolutely brilliant," she said with a nod and a giggle.

She'd nodded to what he said about seeing a physician after they were done there. She might hate the idea of having to do such a thing, but she also knew that she had to do it. Besides that, she highly doubted that he would accept that she didn't want to do it as an excuse not to do it. When he said that he wasn't thoughtful or intelligent otherwise he would have realized what was going on with her she frowned at him and shook her head. "Just because you didn't automatically think that I was pregnant doesn't mean you're not thoughtful or intelligent. It just means that you're a man," she teased gently. "Women typically think pregnant before they think sick. Men typically think sick before they think pregnant," she said with a soft giggle. She leaned up to kiss his cheek softly while he rubbed his hand over her belly. Something told her that he would be doing a lot of this, especially once she started to show. Not that she really minded. "Also your thoughtfulness comes from what you do for me that most people wouldn't think of," she said, wrapping her arms around him now that she was done with the water and little bit of food. She laughed at his comment about having a good memory and shrugged. "Well. Brilliance or memory. Either way I'm glad you brought it up," she said with a giggle. She was trying to distract him with conversation so that he wouldn't bring up seeing the physician just yet. She really didn't feel like being poked and prodded like that at the moment. Especially since it was the first time in weeks that she hadn't felt nauseated. There were so many more things that she could think of doing that would be much more fun.

She stuck her tongue out at him when he teased her. She just couldn't help acting a bit childish sometimes. "I might be biased, but my opinion counts more than yours," she teased right back. "Especially when that opinion is of you," she added with a giggle. She flashed a smile at him when he said that he didn't like seeing her so sick. "Really. You ought to be the one to suffer through some of this," she said with a frown. "I don't think it's fair that you get to help make the child, but don't have to bear the illness or discomforts of being pregnant," she said as she pouted cutely. Though she couldn't keep it up for long and ended up laughing at her own teasing. When he pressed a kiss to her forehead she tilted her head up and pressed a kiss to his lips in response. Though when he took her by the hand and started to steer her towards the door talking about seeing the physician she really felt like throwing a fit. Ugh. She didn't, though, because that would be even too unladylike for her. So instead she gave a soft sigh and nodded in response to his question.

"I suppose I don't really have a choice in the matter," she said as she scrunched up her face in distaste. Though she let him steer her towards wherever the physician might be found anyway. Like it or not, she knew it needed to happen at some point in the near future. And it might as well be done now.

She gave a nod and pressed a kiss to his cheek when he'd said that he would take it all away and bear it himself if he could. And then when he went on to talk about her needing to go see the physician she sighed. "I know, I just don't like to be poked and prodded," she said with a frown. Of course, it wasn't really something that he would understand since he was a man. She wrinkled her nose at his comment about the physician maybe having suggested ginger if she had seen one by now. "Yes, well, considering that the physician here works for you; he wouldn't have kept the information of my pregnancy from you," she said, teasing mostly. "Not that I didn't want you to know, but like I said earlier. It's hard to know when the right time is to tell anyone," she said with a frown at about the time they arrived at the physician's room. A light sigh drifted from her lips, but she entered and smiled at the man.

He asked her several questions, and she answered all of them to the best of her abilities. After he was done asking her questions he made her lie still for the examination; which didn't take as long as she'd feared it might. "You're still in the early stages, but everything seems to be normal," he informed her with a warm smile. "If you notice any unusual changes I want you to come see me immediately. Other than that, though, I would like to see you about once a month for a regular check up between now and the last month of your pregnancy. At that point you'll need to increase your visits to once a week so that we can keep an eye out for signs of labor," he said cheerily as she stood and adjusted her dress to make herself more comfortable. "Any questions for me?"

"Not unless you have some miracle cure for these awful hormones," she said with a pout that made the physician laugh. "I'm afraid not, dear," he responded with a shake of his head.