With that, we head out of town. I to Massachusetts for friends and folks. He to Toronto for a bit of the same.
Morning (or all day) sickness remains at bay until week 7. Then demands a full belly like a leaky oil tank. I snack like a habit. A handful of goldfish crackers at midnight just to fall asleep. And water. And grapes. And hardboiled eggs. And nuts. And tea.
My friend and ally–coffee–quickly earned enemy status. Along with her, my energetic spark fades.
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