I have never had such a desire to feel nauseous. Queasy. Seasick. I want it all! I want to feel so sick that I can not stand on my feet. If only it means that something is growing inside me.
This morning I started writing this post, desperate to recognise any sign that I’m still pregnant. 5 hours later I feel it building up. It’s not too bad yet, but enough for me to worry about being able to cook dinner tonight.