I’ve been blogging for ten years! Holy Toledo!
Wow! I guess this is my twin or something! Read on:
When I was 7 months pregnant, I was throwing up everyday. I mean not just everyday but like, three to four times a day. That’s right. It was about equivalent to what and when I ate. My little baby womb was not having it. Not even crackers or water. I took nausea pills everyday and they sort of helped, but not much. It was like 9 months of motion sickness and drunkeness beyond parallel of any sailor. To make matters worse, I was living in Sacramento with my mother-in=law. Of course, it had to be Summer, too. When I did get a chance to take in the moon, it was a moment of ecstasy beyond description. I was serene. I was peaceful. I wasn’t barfing.
I had edited a national magazine, freelanced and ghost written for years and now…
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