Caution: I may have to return to continue this entry, stopping momentarily, several times. Morning sickness, I'm afraid to say, has arrived. Excus
Why, dear sweet Diary, do they call it morning sickness if it rips out my intestines and makes me flush them down the toilet every minute of every day? It's absolutel
y revolting! I hate this...so much...but, at least I know that it's my baby making me do this...I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is
I can't do this! This is my third time in the last fifteen minutes! I'll be back tomorrow, but who knows if I'll survive that long? Ugh, here we go again...