The EPT finally shows a + sign after years of hoping and waiting. You swear you will be forever grateful and are determined to enjoy every second of this 'growing a baby' thing. All day naseau hits, but you hope it's temporary. Hoping to gain a few pounds, you find yourself losing it. 12 weeks comes and it seems every passerby who watches you struggle to keep your lunch down suggests crackers. At 14 weeks you are told over and over again that you shouldn't be sick anymore (smile and nod). 18 weeks... you accept the fact that you are growing a parasite and you won't get better until he is out. 22 weeks...still sick. 26 weeks...still sick. 29 weeks... you attend to your own babyshower and end up catching a cold that turns into bronchitis, you lose another 5 pounds and end up getting fluids at the hospital. 30 weeks... since your only instinct is survival, the nesting instinct is transferred to your husband (finally, a small bonus).
31 weeks... (yup, still sick) we photograph this journey because you will only be pregnant once.
31 weeks... (yup, still sick) we photograph this journey because you will only be pregnant once.





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