I woke up this morning and my boobs didn't hurt. Of course, like any sane person, I instantly knew it was over. I told the hubs it was over and he told me I was nuts. He said, "Just wait. In a couple of hours, you won't feel good."
Then, my boobs felt like they were on fire. Actual fire. A couple of hours later, it hit. Nausea. It was gross, but very welcomed. Thinking of food made it worse. I've never been happier to feel like shit in my entire life.
A few crackers and chicken fingers later, I felt better. Now I just have indigestion like crazy. And boob fire.
Less than 48 hours and we'll know. Heartbeat? One? Two? That all makes me nervous, nausea or not.
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