Alright, little one. You and I need to have some words. I would really appreciate it if you'd stop making me puke all day, every day. It makes keeping you a secret very difficult. I had trial this morning, and had to bolt for the bathroom immediately after opening statements. When I got back, the judge asked if I wanted a continuance, assuming I had the flu. When I told him I had a touch of morning sickness, he because extremely accommodating and gave me wide latitude in the courtroom. He even overruled a few objections he should have sustained. After closing arguments, he told me that he'd been on the bench for almost thirty years, and this was a "first" for him. I don't know if that was a good thing, but he seemed to find it amusing.
So here's our picture together at seven weeks (and one day). I think I'm starting to get a gut, but it may be from the amount of food I'm consuming. If you can't tell from this picture, I've also started carrying cantaloupes (weighing about as much as a bowling ball) higher up on my chest.
All these things are temporary. The back pain, the monster boobs, the puking...all are temporary symptoms and surefire signs that you're hanging on. we have our next ultrasound on April 21st, which is your daddy's birthday. I can't wait to see how much you've changed. Until then, could you ease up just a little?
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