We're still on this stupid camping trip and I have not shown my face since I told Keegan I was pregnant again. I haven't gotten off the couch for anything but to use the bathroom, boss's orders (Keegan's). He told Shay I had the stomach bug and that she needed to take care of the girls. Meanwhile, he is switching between trailers, explaining my "flu" to everyone, and bonding at the same time. Sammy came with us on the trip, and she's taking care of me.

"Hey Troian, I have to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"How long have you had this stomach flu?"

"Um...like 5 days now, why?"

"You don't have a fever, and you are still puking. This isn't normal."

"Maybe I should see a doctor. Good idea."

"I don't think you need a doctor to figure out what's wrong."

"You know what? I'm getting my stuff ready and getting my family and leaving. You have made nothing but rude assumptions about me ever since I started talking to you again, and Keegan and I made a promise that negativity in our lives would not be tolerated."

I got Cass and Sophie, called for Keegan to start the car, got my things, and left.