Deliberations over a plastic bowl.

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Woke up at four am with a soul killing migraine. Spent some time vomiting up stomach bile.

My response to all this? While my loving wife was shivering and rubbing my back, I said, ‘I don’t want to be pregnant again.’

‘No,’ she replied.

Every time I have a migraine or throw up, I am reminded of the special brand of hell that pregnancy was.

Though I suppose this time it wouldn’t be twins again.

Probably not.

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