About 2 months into my pregnancy I called my mother with a statement speaking to the frustration of my inability to keep any food in my stomach. The conversation went something like this:
G: "How are you doing today?"
Me: "Well, I've only thrown up twice today..."
G: "I'm sorry, is there anything I can do?"
Me:"Nah, but I have to say that I only thought I was a sick puppy, but we alcoholics have NOTHING on bulimics, I have no idea how anyone could be addicted to this crap!"
Months later my therapist pointed out that it's a bit different when one has control in the matter. Point taken. After a good 5 1/2 months of throwing up daily, the past 10 days have been like heaven.
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