I'm having a conversation with my girlfriend, Anita.
I've got a Feeling as if tonight is The Night. Finally, after nights of just mild quease, a little ewy gooey feeling in the pit of my stomach - Tonight I might just barf.
Thinking about the prospect I blurt out, "Can you imagine being sick for weeks on end, months even? What horrors!"
Anita sagely reminds me, AS THEY ALL DO (inhumane sadists) that *sweet sigh*, "Liz, simply everyone does it."
Five words missy:
HAVE YOU SEEN MY MOTHER??
She did this 11 times, count, E-le-ven!! (twice with twins) and look at her. I mean, she's mad as a hatter!
Obviously, I LIKE mad as a hatter and I sure as hell wouldn't change a thing about dear mother, but I know she didna start out like that. No. She was obviously a pleasant wee teenager before she first started producing young and I can only surmise, was badly affected by this sickness.
I'm not going to go on, bitching and moaning about it because I don't want to look like a wimp and shame myself before all the other mothering and lactating women out there but by Golly! I hope it quits before I start wandering the streets, crazy eyed and drooling. Desperately trying to contain the bile that tries to escape while my clawed fingers scratch at my belly as the Beast/Foetus within snarls to be fed.
I smell peanut butter cookies. Hi ho!