Pregnancy

letters to my body

Dear Sciatica,
I don’t like you.  You hurt. Go away. PLEASE.
Love,
Me

Dear Sleep,
You are inconvenient and for the weak. I don’t need you.
Love,
Me

Dear Stomach,
You haven’t had a proper meal in weeks, mainly because you get nauseated by anything I eat or consider eating. Come on, don’t you want some real food? Pad Thai? California rolls? Something other than bread or Easy Mac? Being hungry sucks when you are nauseated all the freakin’ time.
Love,
Me

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