Not to set off yet another jinx in my own life. . .
Last night, I only got up once to pee.
Let me repeat that.
LAST NIGHT, I ONLY GOT UP ONCE TO PEE.
Yes. I know that because I have passed the magical 12 week mark, I will start experiencing the "best" part of pregnancy. The nausea should wane and peeing like a giant balled Rottweiler on a walk should cease. But, this is still a huge reason to celebrate. I should find myself a giant frozen strawberry mock-a-rita. Yeah!
Tomorrow at my appointment, I'll see that everything is alright and I can relax again. Neuroses don't look good on me, people!
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