I think I might have forgotten to mention that I'm no longer queasy or barfing. A Chrismukkah miracle—or just the joys of finally being well into my second trimester of my LAST PREGNANCY EVER, GOD HELP ME, HALLELUJAH, AMEN. I actually quit barfing a few weeks ago—around week 18, same as last time around. Many, many smells and flavors are still revolting, including the smell of onions and something they cook with at every bakery in town—possibly onions? Whatever. Only 18 more weeks to go! (Eighteen weeks feels like a lifetime, still, but supposedly it's not.)
[at 18 weeks I REALLY didn't want my photo taken]
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