The ever-lovely Mil has been feeling pretty crap of late, more so than usual. It's really weird. Sort of a sickness. In the morning aactually, it's all the time.
I don't know what it is. The thought of food makes her nauseous, and even odder, she's getting bigger. I wouldn't call her fat, but there's definitely some tummy on her.
We went to the doctor to get an opinion, and they sent us for some scans. Scan A clearly shows some sort of growth:
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