You’re still thriving.
Now can we let mom enjoy the thought, smell, or vague idea of food?
Ok (sigh) maybe tomorrow.
Co-worker: I’ll be right back, I’ve got to go the bathroom.
– returns successfully-
Me: I’ll be right back, I’m gonna try to throw up again.
– returns unsuccessfully-
I’m looking forward to meeting you, dear one,
but today I’m mostly looking forward to the first trimester’s end.
Oh that I might stop eating crackers and pretzels.
The sight of them makes me want to puke sometimes.