When I was pregnant with my daughter 7 years ago, I hardly had any symptoms, and could eat whatever i wanted without consequence...

Fast forward to today. Pregnant with #2... We don't eat out much, but I was too exhausted to cook, so my husband decided to order carryout to support our local restaurant.

I ate a burger and some fries...5 hours ago. And now I'm laying in bed praying that when it decides to come back up I have time to get to the bathroom. 🤦🏼‍♀️