Mom I Threw Up Meme Novels & Stories

I yell before he can say another word. “The baby is coming! What do I do? Dad — help me! Can you hear me? Dad — Mel is pushing — he’s gonna pop — Dad — are you there —” “DAMION! Shut the fuck up!” I instantly clamp my mouth shut. Why is everyone yelling at me today? “Now,” Dad continues calmly, “where are you?” Mel screams again. Something wet and bloody suddenly flows from her vagina. Crap. Oh HELL. My stomach flips violently, and I lean over the side of the truck. And throw up. Loudly.

She said solemnly, "I said you're in poor health. Yogurt isn't nutritious. You must finish the milk today! "I deliberately got this fresh milk from the dairy farm for you. Drink it, or you don't get to take the exam today!" Melody said sarcastically, "Hurry up and drink it. Don't let Mom's effort go to waste." A spurt of anger flashed through me. "I said I'm not drinking it. Don't you get it? What is in the milk? Why must you make me drink it?" Mom was taken aback, a hint of sorrow flitting across her eyes. Then, she set the milk down. "Forget it then. I'm worrying too much for nothing."

Grandpa and Grandma shouted, raising their hands to hit Mom. But Mom dodged their blows easily, and with a swift, sharp motion, she slapped Denise across the face. "Go on, hit me. Every time you touch me, I'll hit her." Without hesitation, Mom grabbed Denise by the hair and slammed her head to the floor. "You piece of trash! Did you enjoy feeding off my pain, making your life better at my expense? You think you've ruined me, don't you? But guess what? I'm not afraid of you, Denise. I'll make sure everyone knows exactly who you are—a wretched rat."

My hands fly to my mouth, and I begin wiping my lips vigorously. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” my brain replies helpfully. “No….no, no, no, no….” And then….Oh no. No no no no no. Another memory crashes in. And it's worse than the previous one. So much worse. My stomach drops. I freeze, then my eyes widen slowly as it fully dawns on me. I close my eyes now. “Please no.” But it’s already there clear and undeniable. “I threw up….” I pause for a while, allow it to sink in. “...on him.”

he barked so horrendously that I jumped. I watched as he strode past me, cringing at himself in disgust as he shook his slimy hand. I burped softly, waiting for Mom's response. "You threw up on him, Sofia. Are you fucking insane?" she literally yelled, walking towards me with disapproval evident in her eyes and voice. Her disapproval made me even sicker, pushing me to stumble towards the closest bathroom and fully throw up in the toilet. Once I felt better, I flushed the toilet and thoroughly rinsed my mouth with running water to get rid of the disgusting bitter taste in my mouth. Great. Now I really felt sick and my temperature was rising.

he stopped and started laughing so hard that he was now clutching his stomach and struggling to keep up with his breathing. "Em pukes all over Cain's face non- stop like bwaa bwaa bwaa, so yuuck. While the other dude trips on Em's vomit while trying to help her. It was so gross but at the same time so exciting to watch. I'm telling you if I posted this on F******k daamn I would be famous!" Ace said finally wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead after 'greatly telling a story'

I smiled, "That's what I love to hear." I woke the next morning with the immediate urge to throw up. I had to toss Aidinth's arm off of me, then run to the bathroom. Aidinth followed me, and held my hair back, as I threw up. I mentally sighed, "Okay, children, be nice to mommy." Aidinth groaned, "These kids are going to cause you problems, aren't they?" I chuckled, "But it will be worth it after they're born." I stood up and went to the sink. I brushed my teeth and went back to the bedroom where Aidinth is. He asked, "I guess you're not feeling up for having breakfast?" I smiled, "Actually, I could really use some breakfast. Throwing up made my stomach feel better. My grandma always told me

I run to the trashcan in the corner of the gym and puke up the lunch that everyone insisted that I eat. "You did," Sister Edith says with a tiny bit of a smile on her face. "It gets easier." Looking up from the trashcan I see Sister Edith disappearing and reappearing all over the gym. "Show off," I mumble as I wipe the vomit from my chin with the back of my hand. My mother has a bright smile on her face. "That is something that I am unable to do," she tells me and I can hear how proud she is of me in her voice.

me : hi mom mom : why your voice is low are you not feeling well me : I'm not feeling well I'm feeling like throwing up and I'm feeling uneasy mom : did you got your periods me : no I don't know why I didn't got my periods mom : awww princess are you sure me : yeah mom I'm sure mom : I'm gonna become grandma how sweet me : what you're speaking mom mom : did naughty things now the result of your love is in your stomach (I caressed my stomach my lips curved slightly) me : maa are you sure mom : I'm sure baby if not why you're feeling uneasy and throwing up sensation me : maa I will call you later mom : okay take care sweetie me : bye mom mom : bye dear . . . I hung the call and ran near mirror

I even have to cover my mouth a few times to keep her from catching on to our amusement. "Ughhhh." She enters the room again and slumps at the table with her forehead on the wood. "Listen, children. I swear to you I could poop through a screen door right now." I nearly spit my soda as I try to contain my laughter, poor Ore holds his dides doubled over. "That's so gross mom! You always tell me not to announce it!" "Well, I'm sorry but I am miserable." "I'll bring you back some imodium." "Ha ha." She deadpans.