Six weeks is when this shit gets real.
All weekend I felt sort of blah and thought maybe I was having a surge of hormones or something. I did A LOT of sleeping.
This morning I woke up peppy and even volunteered to shower first. That didn't last long. I had to stop the shower to hug the toilet. Hello, morning sickness. I didn't actually throw up, but I think if there had been something in my stomach, I would have.
Although, I really didn't mind it at all. All last week I felt worried because short of gigantic boobs, I wasn't really feeling pregnant. And even though I was hugging the toilet, all I could think was that it would be worth it when I met our baby. I've never been so okay with vomiting before. We pregnant people are a weird bunch.
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