It's amazing how when you bring home that perfect baby from the hospital, you seem to forget about the bad things that you endured to get to that amazing moment. Like the morning sickness. With Molly, it was evening sickness. And it was AWFUL. I am talking camped out by the toilet from 5pm until the end of the night, drinking Emetrol like it's tequila, and vomiting 6,7,8 times in a row. Every.single.night.
It is starting again. I have spent a good part of my day gagging and throwing up. I just sent hubby to pick up some candies for me to keep on hand, hoping they will keep the nauseau at bay. I sure hope this is not the sign of a miserable 8 weeks.
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