I’ve gone three full days without throwing up, and I don’t want to jinx anything here, but I think I might be getting over my pregnancy sickness. I’m no longer convinced that an alien has moved into my belly; it might actually be a human fetus.
The funny thing is that I actually considered becoming a surrogate mother when I was pregnant with Liam. It was just that easy. I never called in sick to work, never threw up, never had cravings. This time I’ve had all of those things plus killer headaches every day that make the nausea seem like a walk in the park.
My hopes for my future family have been to have Liam and two girls, but if this is the difference between being pregnant with a boy vs. a girl, I think one girl will be plenty.