The good: Finally not sick anymore. Which makes me happy because I can go to Tiffy's with the girls and actually EAT the cake instead of having them take it away because it was making me sick (and that made me sad - true story).
The bad: In place of sickness, I now have heartburn that would make Hitler cry like a bitch. Im boiling down papaya enzymes and shooting them straight into my neck veins in order to find some relief.
Thats an overdramatic description, but this shit hurts. And Im shit at being pregnant. Im really tough in all areas of my life, but pregnancy and I are not BFF's.