Since month three of pregnancy, I have been very lucky in having virtually no morning sickness at all. It seems God is out to get revenge. I have caught the 'gastro' bug that is sweeping the nation. First brother-in-law had it, then two weeks later, my middle sister, then big sister's eldest boy.
I've felt 'off' all day. I drove to mum's house in the countryside to wish her a Happy Mothering Sunday. I couldn't eat the beautiful M&S lunch she dished-out, nor could I walk the dog, much to his sadness. I slept in the sunshine on the drive (it's the country, even the drive is nice).
Came back, woolly hat my passenger-seat companion in case of a sudden emergency, went to sleep, then - ahh, yes....I wasn't making it up. Being sick is not nice. I don't like sick. I don't like clearing up sick. I think: 'Soon I will have to do this for someone else' as I wipe around the toilet seat with a wet cloth.
Don't Look Now
10 years ago
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