Morning sickness, man.
SUCH. A. BITCH.
Six weeks now and true enough to form, we’re at three for three. Every time I’m pregnant, it pops its ugly head. I was hoping (praying) that I’d be spared this time around. But, alas, that would be too easy.
This, unfortunately, also means that we’ll be traveling internationally with two kids in tow and nausea to boot… 🙁
Wish me luck, kids…