Spending the first few days of getting to know your pregnant body while at your in-laws in another state - AND while your partner is sick with the flu - is so miserable.  I'm cold and tired and want my bed and want to stop making up excuses for why I'm not drinking that glass of wine.  I intend to spend the rest of the evening crying over a pot of lentil soup and listening to podcasts.  (For a similar experience, read the story 
Tear Soup from Arnold Lobel's "Owl at Home".)
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