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Monica Bielanko
A chronicle since 2005 of my marriage & move to Brooklyn in my twenties; becoming a mother in my thirties; moving to Pennsylvania and learning to amicably coparent after divorce in my forties while living 3 doors down from my ex-husband in a small country town.
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Ralph Ain't Just Some Dude's Name

I have been in bed since Thursday after work. SO SICK! Morning sickness, to be exact. Why they call it morning sickness is beyond me. Any mother, pregnant chick or long-suffering husband could tell you that the morning business is bullshit. Try all day sickness. Like, so sick I tried to watch a Bachelor marathon on VH1 and the sight and sound of all the kissing made me retch. Really!

It's Sunday. I'm supposed to go to work in a few hours. Trying to mentally steel myself to last the duration. Work has been great. Everyone is so solicitous and at the slightest sign of me being sick they make me go lay on a couch in a quiet office.

I just got off the phone with Mom-In-Law Marian. So hard not to tell our Moms! Marian will be here in 2 weeks, a few days after our first ultrasound. I'll be starting my second trimester then so we plan on telling everyone. And I'll probably make the blog public again. Maybe. I've enjoyed my privacy. I like folks not knowing what I'm up to unless I tell them directly. Okay, that's about all I can manage for now. Gotta go retch until I nearly wet myself and my stomach muscles give out.