January 20, 2011

Six months

Last January, at about 12 weeks pregnant, I mostly found myself walking about in a stupor of depression and excitement. The mix of the two left me mildly nauseated and irritable—or perhaps that was the so-called “morning” sickness. The first time I had to venture into a maternity store for stretchy pants I sat in the dressing room and cried.

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