It just LOVES to prove big mama wrong already.
On Wednesday, I was thinking (hoping) this sickness would come to an end. I hadn't puked in over a week and I was firmly in the second trimester. I'll bet I was done, right??
WRONG. Bad wrong. I got to experience supper twice. Fun times for all.
Thanks a lot, buddy. I'll remember this when you want to borrow the car. :P
Was this the night ya'll went to Cheesecake Factory? Don't forget, small meals and nothing real fatty or greasy!
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