Last week I was excited that my morning sickness was manageable. All I had to do was eat and everything was all better. Oh, the past can be so sweet.
This week, I’m just grateful that I can still eat.
I have found that if I drink enough water, my morning sickness tends to be better with food. If I drink more soda than water… it’s a vicious, sick cycle.
Drink soda when you’re nauseated, feel better for a while, feel nauseated, drink soda when you’re nauseated… and on and on and on.
More than anything, I’m grateful I am sick. It means the baby is growing and thriving and driving my body nuts-o. When I was pregnant with the boy, I showed really soon. Everyone thought I was having twins. Nope!
I think the second my body senses the pregnancy hormone it just gets REALLY excited.
“I know what to do!” It pops out like the annoyingly-over-eager student who sits in the front row and shouts out all the answers before anyone else has a fighting chance. My stomach wants to prove it knows something, I guess.
Also, I wonder if my uterus is tilted forward or something.
I don’t know. All I know is that I’m sleepy. I’m hungry. I’m grumpy.
Hey! Maybe I’m growing 7 dwarfs.
My baby is officially the size of a grape:
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