Mommy Confession

Dear Google,
You are a pregnant woman’s best friend and worst enemy all rolled into one. You tell me all the bad things that can happen along with the good. You make me paranoid, you make me smile, you make me cry (or maybe that could just be the hormones), you make me want to start shopping, you make me want to call my doctor. Oh Google you provide too much information for a pregnant woman’s own good. I find that I research too much. Every pain I THINK I have is amplified by the fact that YOU tell me I could be or am dying. That’s mean Google. That’s REAL mean. So I’d like to say thank you and I hate you all at the same time. Google I do believe you may have made me dipolar. THANKS!!!
8 weeks 6 days

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