In the words of metal band Disturbed, the sickness is rising... *urp* Thought I'd escaped the evil clutches of "morning" sickness. HA.
My recent upheaval (titter) had something to do with the smell of dog food, but once safe scents like Gerber Organic Apple Sweet Potatoes and Armani's Aqua de Gio only bring about the excitement of an over-active gag reflex. Lovely.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Seller, it's not you I can assure (gag, choke, repeat)...it must be the 36,800 oz of Ted's Volcanic Acid Hot Sauce I downed for breakfast cause that's certainly what it feels like" (recent conversation with client)
Strangely, I am comforted by these signs- our Maternal-Fetal Specialist told us that the worse I feel (pretty worse), the better the pregnancy has implanted. Pretty sure this kid has already started gardening.
Poor Kovi. I'm going to have to start feeding him with a gas mask over my face- "Ker-shoo, ker-shoo...Kovi, I AM your Mother, but you are not a Jedi yet." How's that for mealtime memories.
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