It appears, as Sarah stated, that we can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel with regards to 'morning sickness.' Before a day or two ago most conversations in our house when I got home tended to no longer start with your traditional ‘Hello Darling. How was your day? Smashing weather we’re having.’ (Yes we were like the Brady Bunch) but instead ‘I feel sick’.
I think a man has only one way of dealing with these situations. (1.) Do what ever you need to do to make the feeling stop. (2.) Stop doing whatever is making you feel ill.
Straight forward, no complaints, sorted! However, neither seem to apply when there is no apparent logic or simple explanation - apart from uncontrollable hormones.
I have learnt some valuable lessons on this journey about sickness and women. Mainly not to sigh or tut when a lady is expressing her pregnancy issues. It's not helpful or supportive apparently.
When it came to Sarah's gagging gripes, our first theory was that hunger made Sarah sick. So we ate and then having over-eaten she felt sick. The next theory was tiredness made her feel sick but I guess it’s difficult sleeping when you feel like you might throw up. Cars don’t help either – Sarah can no longer be a passenger so I am now resigned to twiddling the knobs of the radio to what I want to listen to (Every cloud!) and fidget because a man over 6 foot shouldn’t be allowed in a mini.
I hope we have seen the back of the sickness but I feel it may keep raising it's ugly head. My favourite comment is wearing thin - I suppose repeating 'But it's a good sickness - you're carrying our baby' does make my face even more punchable than usual. So whilst the sickness continues I'll try my hardest to listen intently, paint on my sympathetic mask, smile pathetically or change the conversation… Nice weather we're having!
On other news - starting to get excited now. I just only hope in 5 and half months time this doesn't happen (Stick with the clip - TV Gold at the end!) :
Alien Sperm Donor Andy