It was probably around the 6 week mark. After the initial shock and excitement of finding out that I was knocked up, I went into a trance almost.  everything seemed to slow down for me.  I was very aware of EVERYTHING around me.  My sense of smell – all time high.  My sense of taste – all kinds of crazy.  I was not able to eat most days.  This was a huge concern for me because… if you know me, I love to eat.  Also, all my life, I was under the impression that you get to “eat for two”…

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