sunday
here we are. almost week 9. sick as a dog. can only keep down crackers and white rice. here's hoping this last exactly no more days. can't stay this sick all week.
I'm married to the Farmer. We just found out we're expecting a little one...this is the story of Me and The Farmer.
1 Comments:
i am so feeling you.
i hated that part of pregnancy. HATED it.
someday what you are going through (that gross, exhausted, lonely feeling) will be a fuzzy, distant light in your rearview mirror. i promise.
and you'll have this little CHILD who calls you mom. i know. it's impossible to imagine.
hang in there.
xo
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