"Also, you can ask the kitchen to prepare more broths and soups for you every evening. Liquid nutrition might be much easier on your stomach right now."
"I know the early stages of pregnancy are incredibly difficult, but for the sake of your baby, you have to force yourself to eat a few bites, even when you have zero appetite."
Tamara nodded frantically.
"I understand."
"Thank you, Dr. Lawson."
"You're very welcome."
Dr. Lawson offered a warm smile and looked down to start packing away her medical equipment.
As she packed, she casually chatted, "Being a woman is tough. Pregnancy is no joke."
"And honestly, your morning sickness is still on the milder side compared to what we usually see."
"I noticed Mr. Sherwood isn't home again today?"
"You've seemed a bit down lately. Is it because of him?"
"Honestly, as the baby's father, Mr. Sherwood should be spending more time with you. It would really help boost your mood. When you're happy, the baby thrives."
Since Tamara got pregnant, Fitch had specifically hired this family doctor for home visits.
Over time, Tamara and the doctor had naturally built a friendly rapport.
Dr. Lawson was so used to dispensing this kind of advice to patients at the women's clinic that she spouted it off without even thinking.
But the moment the words left her mouth, Dr. Lawson realized she had made a terrible mistake.
She abruptly stopped talking.
Looking at Tamara with sudden apprehension, Dr. Lawson nervously backtracked.
"Tamara, I didn't mean anything by that."
Dr. Lawson suddenly remembered all the high-society gossip.
The vicious rumors about exactly what schemes Tamara had used to force her way into the Sherwood family.
But after spending time with Tamara, Dr. Lawson felt those rumors were likely entirely fabricated. Tamara seemed like a perfectly sweet, easygoing girl.
Desperate to steer away from the awkward tension and not cause Tamara any more grief, Dr. Lawson quickly changed the subject, trying to make amends.
"You're right. That's totally on me. I'm just so used to working at the clinic that sometimes I speak without thinking."
"Please forgive me."
"Oh, by the way, I brought you some calming herbal sleep supplements. Didn't you mention you've been having trouble sleeping lately?"
"I got these from a friend. Having a cup before bed works wonders for a good night's rest."
Dr. Lawson handed the packets to Tamara.
Tamara's face lit up with a look of pleasant surprise.
"Thank you so much, Dr. Lawson."
"That is so thoughtful of you."
Dr. Lawson smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, it's nothing, Tamara. It was really no trouble at all."

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