Well, little one...we've had a rough week, haven't we? I've had three full trials in five days, and I've had to work quite a bit. So, in addition to the stress, I've also been dealing with pregnancy symptoms...which include projectile vomiting out the car door (yes, this just happened yesterday), coming home at 5:00, getting into my pajamas and promptly going to bed for the night, and eating only popcorn and pasta. Apparently, I'm now a vegetarian, however exceptions are made for hamburgers and hot dogs, for some reason.
I'm grateful, I really am. It means you're healthy, growing, and making your mother miserable. You're the size of a martini olive now. Which is weird, because today at lunch and I saw olives and really wanted to eat one, which disturbed me. In part because I normally hate olives, and well, because you're the size of an olive and that creeped me out.
Eating is the worst right now. I have to really think about what I want to eat before I eat it. Then, I have to hurry up and eat whatever it is I'm eating because I will get sick or nauseated about half way through any meal I'm eating. Okay, enough about me. Here we are at eight weeks (and one day)...you're starting to make me look like I have a little gut, little one...
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