September 15, 2009 § 3 Comments
Last night the Mr. and I reached new levels of intimacy: I puked. In front of him. The first time ever.
The thing is that I can barely swallow the fish oil pills I take nightly. Barely, as in I have to mentally psyche myself up for it every night (think Amy Poehler in Baby Mama). Pre-natals? No problem. But the fish oils are HUGE. Most of the time I gag, but last night I lost it at the perfect time – right when he was brushing his teeth. Needless to say I bolted past him and (thankfully) made it to the toilet. SCORE!
Ah, the joys of pregnancy… and it’s just the beginning.