Nausea, bloating, constipation, fatigue, and heartburn. Ah, my good friends, please make yourselves at home in my body. While I'm not enjoying your company, I am happy to have you because you remind me there is a little one growing inside me. Every wave of nausea is like a nudge from the little babe in there saying "Hey Ma, don't forget me!" I hope I'm still appreciating the communication when I'm hanging over a toilet/sink/trashcan upchucking my last meal. ;)
Oh, little one? Mama would be so thankful if you would lay off the nausea during church tomorrow and all of September. I'm going to be reading scripture in church, and I really don't want to vomit all over the Holy Bible or the podium. Or Pastor Sherri, or any other member of the congregation, or myself for that matter. Thank you sweetie! ::kisses:
29 August 2009
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