Well, this morning was my first real bout of morning sickness, but I'm not sure it qualifies because I didn't actually have to say hello to the porceline...just a quick gag in the sink. The saliva gathering in my mouth non-stop is not helping the queasiness, but it is the same as the first. The thing is, it doesn't seem so far off, the 10-week mark...so I just have to survive.
I am definitely feeling the exhaustion, but I'm trying to keep up the good spirits to play with Tay and get things prepared for the little one's arrival. It's still a long way away, but it's nice to think about...
Maybe I should get a spit cup...ugh.
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