During my week 10 (calendar week, 8 fetal week), Brett and I went to Mexico. Despite all the terror and media-attention that the "swine flu" was getting in May, we went anyway. Everyone was paranoid, including my midwife and my mother. I took a Tamaflu (sp?) everyday as my MD sister advised, but I didn't wear the ugly face mask on the airplane as I promised my midwife.
The trip was fun, although I vow never to stay in an all-inclusive hotel ever again. We got super tan and went to many beaches. We snorkled and played cards (Casino and Gin like good "Vegas".) We ate some food that was ok I guess. I only puked twice in a bucket next to the bed in the middle of the night.
In week 10, I still look hot in a bathingsuit.
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