Seeing her intense morning sickness, throwing up everything she ate, Mila Anderson and Scarlett Taylor, both mothers themselves, felt immense sympathy. They gathered all sorts of home remedies for Julia Bluen to try, but none worked.
Aside from feeling sorry for Julia, the elderly lady remarked, "It's definitely a mischievous little boy!"
Mila Anderson loved to hear that. She most hoped that Julia Bluen would bear her a plump, healthy grandson. Of course, if it were a granddaughter, she would accept her just the same, although she wouldn't be quite as overjoyed in her heart.
"Feeling any better?" Glades Horne asked, lovingly embracing Julia.
Julia Bluen nodded. "A bit better."
Glades Horne then smoothed her short hair and straightened her collar before she entered the washroom to freshen up.
Even washing up could trigger her nausea, which was another form of torture for Julia Bluen.
