I never realised MORNING SICKNESS, would be a bit like…

The opening beach scene from…Saving Private Ryan!

It’s violent, gruesome, incessant and…I’m sure I heard a lung come up, (at least once).

And just as it was, as a spectator to the atrocities on the beach from the safety of my cinema seat, I find myself squelching and squirming at the atrocities happening in our bathroom…and feeling equally as powerless to do anything to help my poor, lovely, Private Ryan.

I wish there was something I could do to help. I feel as useless as a no-armed man in a frisbee throwing contest.

That sweaty little face with the morky expression, the reddened cheeks of total exhaustion, the complete and utter depletion of a body, fully spent…(I can’t believe I look that bad, when all I’m doing is watching).

But remember…the “no touching” rule, is still in effect! (more…)