My inkling is to suggest that my 'morning' sickness (that doesn't happen only in the morning - stupid name for it) was brought on by our trip with friends to Jimmy's Seafood buffet in the Outer Banks last weekend (where I literally ate-all-that-I-could), but more than likely my body's been holding out and has finally succumb.
Despite my incessant complaining, Brian's been a dream (fetching my club soda before I've even opened my eyes, and putting Life cereal in a little baggy on my bedside table). Perhaps he knows he's only got two more weeks with me before he leaves and doesn't have to hear it anymore! Either way, he's been a doll and in the midst of my nausea and general wooziness he's moved everything out of our Guest room (bed and all - sorry to those who are planning on visiting, we've got a lovely air mattress) and reorganized our garage to accommodate. He's not for hire, ladies.
