- Created on 4/22/10 by Mothering Editorial
By Jennifer Bové Web Exclusive December 25, 2006 Oh God, not again. I shoved the door of the truck open, leaned out far enough to miss my boots, and threw up. It wasn't a surprise, but it wasn't getting any easier either. Such bouts of nausea had become a regular part of my schedule in the four months I'd been pregnant, as if my body was hell bent on starvation. I'd never been one to skimp on food during long days in the field, and now, when I surely needed a little extra fuel, a plum and a couple of Saltines were purged from my system like poison. Swiping my hand... read more



