Morning Sickness

(Appropriately, listening to the Star Trek theme song on Pandora as I am writting this)

This morning we were forced back to reality. Spring Break has ended, that means getting up at 5:30 am again. Needless to say the transition did not bode well for Steph.

We were hoping she would not get sick because her mother never had morning sickness during pregnancy and Steph hadn't shown any serious symptoms yet.

If hopes and dreams were peaches and cream, Steph would have puked those up too this morning. We got up at the first calling of our alarm clock. I started breakfast and Steph only succeeded in making it to the couch. There she stayed. Cereal was no good. I attempted to feed her toast and jelly which her body also rejected. I gave up and headed to the shower. Steph soon joined me in the bathroom and proceeded to vomit into the toilet. So much for the Nobis immunity to morning sickness. Never-the-less, off to work she went and made it the whole day.

Here is the lesson I walked away with this morning: For a man who has a wife that is pregnant, companionship means quality time in the bathroom rubbing her back as she ralfs up the buttered bread you just tried to feed her. I will attempt to keep a food diary from this point on.