Morning sickness is so damn quixotic. Don’t even talk to me about onions. Ever. I barfed Frosted Flakes for heaven’s sake! But Indian food? Man, I scarfed down a whole huge plate of chicken korma. No problem.
Part of me thinks: wow, maybe you’re one of those lucky people whose morning sickness ends early.
Part of me thinks: wow, maybe you’re about to miscarry. Not normal!
Part of me thinks: this whole thing has it’s ups and downs. Yesterday was downs. Today is ups.
After the baby shower, everyone in the office looks at me expectantly. The perverse part of my nature hates that they’re right.
My Truant Pen 