I can't help but compare this pregnancy to my first. It's my only frame of reference. So while I hate to say it, I'm going to say it:
Why can't you be more like your sister??
Let me tell you about my history with curry. I've been enjoying curry for twenty-three years. Twenty-three, Frid. Mom Mom started making it when we were living in Japan. That's a long time. When I met Daddy, I made him curry, and I'm almost positive that it played a huge role in why he married me.
Over the years, curry has become a holiday tradition in our home. Very often we'll have Easter Curry or Thanksgiving Curry (or both). We have making curry down to a science. It's a beautiful thing to behold.
Now please listen carefully, Frid, because what I'm about to say is extremely important: I am not going to stop eating curry. It's going to be spicy and heavy, and I'm going to savor every bite, even knowing that it will all come back up afterwards. This is out of your control.
Yes, I feel this strongly about curry. Ice cream, pie, chocolate, those things I can live without (and just hold over your head for the rest of your life); curry I can not.
Now I'm going to hope that you will take this fact into consideration before you inconvenience me with all the vomiting. And about the vomiting: that needs to stop right now. Right. now.
