Morning sickness

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.

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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