This morning I broke my pregnancy vomit seal. There. I said it. I spewed.
I was doing so well, only feeling queasy two or three times and always managing to keep things controlled. I am however having a hard time brushing my teeth at the moment without retching. I have to employ the type of concentration normally reserved for banana eating to try and not make myself gag when brushing my pearly whites. Alas this morning a lapse in concentration lead to the somewhat explosive revival of my breakfast. Luckily I was in the shower at the time.
It could have been worse.