Thanks to my new doctor, I am no longer a completely nauseated wreck who spends her time thinking: “Am I going to throw up? I don’t want to throw up. I think I’m going to throw up. Yup. Here it comes.” But now I have a new problem.
My pregnant lady bliss lasted one whole week. During that week, I glowed, I had the energy of ten women and I wanted to have sex ALL THE TIME. (Good thing you can’t get double pregnant! Well, unless you’re this lady and even I’m not that unlucky.)