Matt had the audacity to look shocked. “What about the baby?”Karen closed her eyes. She wasn’t feeling well enough to argue with her ex-husband. The nausea seemed to be worse than usual this morning and it was difficult enough to think clearly without Matt’s questions.“Karen—”“I’m fine.” She wasn’t, but explaining how awful she felt required more strength than she could muster.His brow creased with concern. “Will you be this sick throughout the pregnancy?”“I don’t know.” Good heavens, she prayed that wouldn’t be the case. Her doctor seemed to think the bouts of vomiting would pass after the first three months. So far, eight weeks into the pregnancy, Karen had experienced no lessening of symptoms.“Are you able to work?”“Yes…no. I’ve used up all my sick leave.” It upset her to admit that. Her boss had been wonderfully understanding, but she knew being away from her desk for days on end was a terrible inconvenience to Mr. Sullivan.In the past four weeks, Karen had spent an average of two to three hours a day at the office.
