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Ice, Ice Baby

6/26/2018

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Week 6-7

The morning of the start of the infamous Week 6, I woke up feeling like a champ, thinking This ain't no thang. I went for a run, worked out in the gym, stretched, and ate healthy snacks full of protein and vegetables and fruits. I was fully convinced that my body was immune to morning sickness, and I would have a glamorous pregnancy full of clean eating, bountiful workouts, loads of energy, and amazing skin. #livingmybestlife I was wrong. So wrong. 
By the afternoon, nausea was in full force. My head hurt. I was feeling dizzy. And did the thought of eating the snack I had just had early this morning suddenly revolt me? I think so. The week continued in a roller coaster of symptoms like way, ranging from me moaning in agony on the couch to being disgusted by the sight, smell, and even thought of a peppermint to taking about five naps in one day to driving to Target like a lunatic only to satisfy my craving for Yogurt popsicles and finally to crying ugly tears because James wrote me a letter for our anniversary (But in all fairness I think I would have done that anyway pregnancy aside). I no longer felt like a champ. I felt like a hormonal pathetic excuse for a human being who just wanted to suck on some ice and rid the world of peppermint flavor anything. Hey, at least I haven't thrown up! 

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Do I have pregnancy brain already? 

I went to the gas station, put the gas pump in the tank, and clicked the handle down, so the tank would fill up automatically like I always do. Then for no apparent reason whatsoever, I got out of my car and took the gas pump out of the car before it was full, consequently spraying gas all over the car and myself. I still don't know what possessed me to do that. Pregnancy brain? 

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Baby's Development

The growing baby is the size of a wee raspberry. With fruit being the only consistent food I can seem to stomach these days, I am having thoughts of eating my baby. Great. 
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Dear Sweet child of mine, 

I can't wait until you have your first bout with nausea and the flu. Mommy is going to laugh in your face. And then make Daddy take care of you.  Muwhahaha. 

Love, 
​Your crazy mother
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