I made the silly, silly mistake of thinking that I might be able to go a day without Zofran last week. Zofran, for those who don't know, is a little white miracle pill straight from Jesus himself that controlls nausea. As it turns out, I am Zofran's bitch. My little experiment lasted exactly as long as it took me to pull myself off the bathroom floor and drive to CVS to beg the pharmacist for mercy.
My mom told me a few months ago that she was sick all 9 months with her babies. And now she just told me that my grandma was sick all 9 months with her babies as well. I guess I'm resigned to the fact that this probably isn't going to end for me this time around. But the big question on my mind is, why in the world did these crazy ladies keep having babies (4 for each of them), if it meant puking for 9 months? NO THANKS!
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