I think I’m ready. Pray for me. The demon baby wakes up at 1am.
You know all these posts I’ve been writing about fun happy fluffy baby stuff? Well, today is Day One of poltergeist projectile green vomit morning sickness. I think that cute little poppy seed baby I used to talk so affectionately about is actutally an evil nasty demon trying to take over my body. That other queasiness and puking I wrote about… that was a silly preview for kids. This is a whole OTHER story.
I keep reading (in between puking) that it’s totally normal and will mostly likely continue for six more weeks. SIX MORE WEEKS!!!!!! I can’t do this. I think I’m going to die. How is it that 80 percent of all pregnant women go through this? We should mutiny.
I am so NOT happy or fluffy or having any sort of fun anymore.
Does anybody have any magic cures? I’m desperate.