I have never been so happy to feel so crappy.
Bran is my friend.
Have had pretty bad morning sickness most of the day. And I’m taking that as a good sign that a) maybe the bean doesn’t like sour cream and cheddar potato chips (which we had for dinner last night) and b) that the bean still has a say in things.
Which is fine by me. He or she is welcome to hate all variety of potato chips.
~*~
In other news, I have one official prediction from a family member that the bean will be a girl. She also happens to have been a prenatal nurse for her entire career and was looking at my 8 week sonogram. For what it’s worth.
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