It's a little late for the Festivus tradition of the Airing of the Grievances, but I am going to go for it, and I invite you to join me...

Pregnancy nausea—fuck it in its stupid fucking ear. I hate it so much, and it just isn't stopping, four months in. Right now, these little sweet ball cracker things from Japan are helping, but as soon as I stop eating them I will get even sicker, because I'll have eaten 10 pounds of sugar and potato starch.

Et vous, Groupthink?