After a stellar weekend of feeling pretty good, eating nearly anything, being productive (we planted a tree!) and doing fun doggy family activities (it was fantastic, pix to follow)... the NVP (Nausea and Vomiting of Pregnancy, the medical term for morning sickness) reasserted itself with a vengeance.
By late Sunday, I couldn't even keep down popscicles.
By midnight I was begging the baby (oh yes, out loud) to stop torturing me and promising I wouldn't overdo it like this again. I knew I'd lost it when I realized I was trying to reason with a fetus.
Pathetic.
1 comment:
No, not pathetic, completely reasonable.
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