After finally getting pregnant, I couldn’t wait to not be it anymore. Björn would innocently be making coffee in the morning, and I would happen by, mouthful of Frosted Mini-Wheats, and it’s a good thing our toilet is right next to the kitchen. That and the smell of dryer sheets could make me hurl like nothing else. And who can forget the time I puked out of the window of the car? Precious memories. Towards the end, the top of my stomach felt like it was on fire all. the. time. When I asked my gynocologist what I could do to remedy it, he replied wryly: Give birth.
Asshole.
Those nine months inched by ever-so-slowly. And then Harper was born three days late – although, to her credit, she started to try to be born only two days late.
And as slow as those nine months were, all the months afterward were just a blur.
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