OK, since I refuse to go back to the “your baby is a chicken breast” pregnancy Bible, does anybody know: is it normal that all of my first trimester symptoms have come back with a vengeance in week 19?
This is the closest I’ve been in the entire process to throwing up. Of course, this had to come over me in the midst of a class on Quim Monzó, a writer I never taught before and really really wanted to teach.
And I feel like somebody stabbed me in the side. Which is probably how the stretching ligament feels.
I have to tell you, folks, the entire thing is quite creepy. Whenever I realize that there is a head inside me, I feel very scared. A head, and feet, and toes, and elbows. And if the fetus is female, there are 7 million primitive eggs inside her who is inside me. But not to worry, by the end of the pregnancy, she will only have 2 million eggs inside her. I’m trying not to think where the other 5 million eggs will go in the meanwhile. Poor N. almost fainted when I told him about the eggs.
The whining session is now over. I hope.
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