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!
So, all I can do, is lend my verbal encouragement…
Is that all you’ve got!
You can do better than that!
Come on, really put your back into it!
Okay…so maybe, that’s the wrong kind of encouragement.
She just has to settle for my sad puppy dog eyes and a bottle of Aqua, to wash the “sick taste” down.
But we know it’s all towards a good cause…or should I say…outcome.
Hmm, sorry I brought it up 😉