When I called my mom to tell her I was anemic, she wasn't surprised. Apparently this particular genetic trait has been with me since birth. Who knew. I never felt all that sluggish before.
When I asked the pharmacist how exactly to take extra Iron without feeling quite so icky, he said, "Iron is one of those things that will teach you how to take it." Thanks Doc.
So after a day off from work to recuperate from a growling weekend of training, I finally learned how Iron and I could be friends.
Now, Iron and an orange a day later, I'm actually feeling pretty good. So good, in fact, that I cleaned out a whole craft closet at work yesterday afternoon. Oh, but that's a different pregnancy symptom all together. More on that later.
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