Dear Little Sprout,
Well, my dear, you decided to end my streak of not throwing up about 40 minutes ago. So much for "morning sickness"; maybe you don't have a great sense of time. Though really, I'd much rather be puking in my own toilet than running to the bathroom at work! So now, I'm just whining in bed trying to eat a ginger sucker while your poor daddy is trying to fix our shower that won't turn off for some reason. Your grandparents (daddy's parents) are on the way to try to save the day (or night, I guess, it's 11 p.m.)... Ahhh, the dream of home ownership and being a grown up...
Love,
Mommy
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