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no matter how dark the night..morning always comes...

my discomfort did not gradually go...it just one day ..went...i think that was the beginning of the fried catfish phase (sorry for that visual)-glowing awaits

You remind me of my two (healthy) pregnancies. Thanks for the (nauseous) memories :)

It's TOTALLY realistic! In my experience, the second trimester is GLORIOUS. You start to look actually pregnant (as opposed to just a little dumpy), and people say nice things, and food tastes good again, and your energy comes back, and suddenly you realize that your hair is kind-of amazing. Take heart, the good life is just around the corner!

E-mail me your addy. I will send you the greatest book I read when I was pregnant.

Yes, the first trimester is really horrible. I lost 10 pounds and my hair was falling out! But after going through IVF multiple times, I could not complain. It's worth it when you think of the light at the end of the tunnel (baby!)

I hear ya, sister! My first tri was very "tri-ing" indeed, but it did pass, and I often think of trying for #2 at some point. So it is for sure all worth it.

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    • L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.
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