12 weeks. 12 full weeks I've fought throwing up. Despite being sick every day, I've held it down through all the gagging and heaving.
Gullet of steel, I'm tellin' ya.
It takes a lot of work to choke back vomit that many times and for that many weeks.
(I really don't like throwing up.)
And so it is sadly funny and incredibly ironic that today, the day before I hit 16 weeks, well after I should be past this stage, my body finally said "enough already!"
The vomit won.
Happy 16 weeks tomorrow. *blech*
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