Apparently, I'm super lucky in this department.
I don't get morning sickness.
When I was pregnant with Roo, I threw up a grand total of two times. One was from bad steak and the other was because I swallowed cinnamon toothpaste.
I delight in this aspect of both of my pregnancies because I. HATE. THROWING. UP.
To me, throwing up is a huge sign of weakness. Weird, I know. But it's my thing.
And I love that I can make it through pregnancies without anything more than an ill-timed burp.
Maybe I just have the stomach to grow babies?
Sure looks like it from the looks of the thing.