I spent the first 16 weeks throwing up. It didn't matter what time of day it was or if I had eaten anything or not I threw up. It wasn't fun at all. Apparently I inherited that from my Granny. She was super sick with all her children.
I am not a quiet vomiter. Steve would come in and make sure that I was still alive and bring me some water. Zoe was even concerned and couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.
Our friend Jodi made me lots of soup. She figured out that I was pregnant when I kept turning down wine.
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