When I was first pregnant with the squad, I was so sick, that I chose what to eat, not by what would be good for the baby (or babies as it turned out), but what hurt the least to throw up.
If anyone was wondering, biscuits, eggs, pasta and cheese are the things that hurt the least. Yellow Gatorade hurts less than Red Gatorade and Coke hurts less than Pepsi. Fruit was entirely out of the question.
From the beginning of November until after Christmas, I honestly threw up between 4 and 20 times every single day. (Except on my birthday, I didn’t throw up once). The thing that made me the sickest was the smell of cinnamon.
The saddest thing that ever made me barf was a cartoon butt crack. We were watching The Family Guy and when Peter Griffin bent over I had to run to the bathroom. That is true. You can ask Gabe.
I lost 10 pounds in my first trimester pregnant with twins. I made up for that in the two weeks right after the Girl Scout Cookies got here.