This morning after I left for school, Julie experienced sudden morning sickness. It was the first time in the entire pregnancy that morning sickness became more than just a feeling, if you catch my drift.
All together now: Ewwwwwwww.
You would think that a sick pregnant woman would stay home. And she did, except she took a two-hour conference call while curled in agony on the couch.
Then she went to work.
All together now: Craaaaazy.
This evening, she's feeling better. I have fed her and placed her on the couch. The lady sleeps.
When I'm not home, she needs a large British woman in a white dress who will force her to rest when she's sick, who will gently restrain her and take her car keys and phone, and who will say things like, "Wouldn't you just love a nice cup of ginger tea, deary? Let's sit you down and get a blanket around you. There now. There."
Or a drill sergeant: "You will NOT go to work today, you lunatic! Now drop down and give me 100 minutes of sleep!"
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