At 11dpo, officially 3 weeks & 6 days pregnant.
No magical camera-editing tricks for this one, folks. Looks like I am, indeed, growing a spawn again. HALLE-EFFING-LUJAH! Nate pouted, wishing that the line was darker. I reminded him that I am only 11dpo & that this was the first day with Harpie that we ever got any kind of faint line.
I have a feeling I will be puking more with this kid. With Harpie, it was more a constant nausea rather than vomit — just a feeling of dizzy nausea that would not subside. This kid? Bless its heart, I can already feel chunks in my throat & I’ve only been up 20 minutes. I’ve never been so happy to see chicken pot pie return in my entire life.
