Apparently, being pregnant with this kind of sickness, plus being traumatized by my son’s not willing to eat for days are not tough enough to knock me down. Because we’ve just bought a house. Meaning God is going to manipulate my empty soul so I will start packing and moving.
I redeemed a free tub of “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!” soft spread from the product package that I received earlier.
I had a sonogram earlier, and everything looks perfectly normal. Though we knew it would be fine just because the worst has happened, I still can’t describe the relief I felt seeing those 4 limbs moving around like performing some sort of Kung-Fu in there.