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That patch of dark hair is my roomie, Emilka. She's the girl I keep thinking about whenever I feel like complaining about pregnancy. She had hyperemesis gravidarum, which is a condition causing uncontrollable nausea/vomiting. We'd talk about silly stuff, shopping or whatever, and then she'd be like "Sorry..." -- and puke, puke, pukeeeee like hell :D. At first I thought I'd be grossed myself, but it turned out my preggo superpower is +1000 res to the smell or sound of puking. I was eating huge amounts of food, she couldn't keep a glass of water down. As weird as it sounds, we had tons of fun together as cellmates. Actually, when I'm writing this description, she's 33w preggo and the great path of barf remains strong with her. If you're reading this, Emilka, you are the pillar of my strength. At least I end up nauseated and heartburned to hell, not puking my guts 24/7 out like you :D.

 

Fun fact: can you see the pipes on the ceiling? There was a borthing room directly above us, and the girls would sometimes go take a shower in the middle of the night. We'd wake up 15 times over, because the water was so loud and scary xD

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