I’m eight weeks pregnant. I’m sick, I’m sick some more and then I’m sick some more. My diet currently consists of toast with marmalade, Ritz biscuits (which are like Saltines) and apples – bites of which are eaten at ten minute intervals – and sometimes something that resembles a real meal. I feel like the guy in that Supersize Me film, but being fat and pasty is marginally better than repeated vomiting. So I am fat and pasty, constantly nauseous and frequently (as opposed to repeatedly) sick.
And that concludes this week’s joyous pregnancy update. I bet you wish you’d never asked. You didn’t ask?…. oh, sorry.
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