Pregnancy . . . it's a wonderful thing. A time to excitedly prepare for the baby's arrival, a time to pick the perfect name, a time to glow. Oh, and it's a time to throw up in your trash can next to your desk at work.
I don't want to puke anymore. I don't want to feel my stomach churning every day. I don't want to eat something every 2-3 hours to try to prevent puking. I want to lose weight, not gain a ridiculous number of pounds per month. I simply want to feel normal again.
Pregnancy is not for me in any way, shape or form. Having a child that genetically, physically and mentally resembles my husband and me is overrated.
After all, orphan babies all over the world await adoption. What the hell was I thinking?
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Come back.
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