The countryside is putrifying, my over-zealous nose tells me as I squelch uneasily through recently flooded land. Returning home, the wet dog fares no better: you stink, I say, as a rub her dry and deftly avoid throwing up directly on her. Getting good at this, I think with a sort of inverse pride. I close the door from the boot room behind me and lean against it momentarily, wondering what I can eat now to ease the storm in my stomach. But as I stand there I am overwhelmed by the smell of bacon fat from the grill pan, even though it’s clean. My stomach heaves again.
One week down, seven or eight more to go. I can do this. The end result is absolutely worth every moment.
It’s just hard to remember that right now.
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Here’s hoping it doesn’t last much longer. But you’re right…it’s so totally worth it.
It sounds awful Ella. I hope it passes quickly.
You CAN do this. You so totally can do this. You’ve done it before, and you’re a very strong woman.
And only a few more weeks until trimester 21
Ooops — that should be “trimester 2″ of course — don’t panic!