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*3 weeks ago*

I'm starving and want to throw up at the thought of most food and at exactly the same minute it reaches my stomach. My mouth is all "YES. YES. YES" (but only for one specific thing that I must have NOW before I pass out) but my stomach is all "NO FREAKIN WAY AM I DIGESTING ANYTHING".  The catch is, I don't throw up, it just sits there tormenting me through the evening. And I'm still "starving" 30 minutes later.

That's what part of early pregnancy feels like. It's kind of like torture, self-torture, because you wanted it. Well, I wanted it. I even begged for it. I've waited for it and kept thinking "6 weeks of sickness doesn't seem that long" in the hope that it does end after the first trimester. I'm sorry, 6 weeks seems like forever when you feel like this. 

That's right folks, whiney pregnant lady is back!!! It's going to be an exciting second journey.

{9 weeks pregnant}

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