I’m exhausted. Every sentence is punctuated with a yawn. (Yawn.) Every move is made with a heavy foot. My brain seems to be working on a limited capacity.
At least I’m not throwing up.
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Mom called last night, just so we could do the routine we’ve been perfecting over the past week. “Guess what?” I say to her.
“What?” she replies, with innocence.
“I’m pregnant!” I say, enthusiastically.
She responds with shock and surprise, along with a healthy dose of delight and joy.
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I'm glad you're having fun with the schtick with your family. It's great to finally have this chance! I hope you manage to steer clear of morning sickness.
Hey, you may as well have some fun. Relax (eek) and enjoy.
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