So, I've been feeling pretty darn good for the past, oh, 11 1/2 weeks or so. Just a little tired which is to be expected. Edging so close to the magnificent second trimester got me to thinking, wow, I've been pretty lucky so far with this pregnancy. I haven't been sick, I've been able to keep running (but at a slower pace of course - not that I was any Marion Jones before) and I pretty much feel "normal". All that changed this morning when I had my usual breakfast with Tony the Tiger. Who knew morning sickness (which I shall now deem afternoon sickness) could kick in so late? And why, why would it have to be after enjoying my precious Frosted Flakes? Why? Perhaps now I should revise my morning ritual to now include the ever so boring Corn Flakes, or even (gasp) Special K.
I suppose these are the sacrifices a mother has to make.
Until we meet again Tony (actually, I'd rather NOT meet you again, no offense).
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