Week 8
Baby is the size of a: Grape. A tiny, little energy sucking grape.
I feel like : a little better than crap. Junk, maybe? I feel like junk? The all day nausea has turned into puking my guts out first thing in the morning, then feeling mostly ok for the rest of the day. Come on, second trimester.
I want: triscuits and apples. and grilled cheese. I cried this morning because I ate the last of the triscuits. Sigh....
Please do not give me: still no red meat! or milk :-(
Silly moment: Does anyone else get all worked up listening to Christmas music? Who knew Here Comes Santa Claus was such a tearjerker!
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