Maxi!

So in the beginning, I thought the "morning" sickness was okay because it was my most overt sign of pregnancy. Even as I wished it would stop, I was alright with the pukeus maximus action because it indicated positive baby presence. I did make sure to note, out loud and in silent prayers as I retched over the toilet, that the sickness could cease as soon as I felt movement.

And then, as you know, I felt the ever-so-slight movement of the kid. The puking was okay then too, because the movement was just so subtle. But it's not subtle anymore. And it's not my only sign. My breasts are tenderonis, my left leg often goes numb. I cry at the drop of a hat.

Yet I still puketh.

I'm prepared with my plastic bags in the glove compartment, but I do hate when it comes on suddenly while I drive. It is not so much fun to drive, holding the clear plastic bag up to the mouth and search for a suitable parking lot-- That would be one without much foot traffic or many moving cars. Generally when you are near campus in the fall, parking lots like this are few and far between.

Last week I used my last napkin. You know, for wiping the mouth. Then Sunday, after church, I knew I wasn't feeling well but agreed to go for breakfast anyway. Before we hit the joint, I got an attack. A bad 'un. And threw up and up. And Partner, who had recently cleaned out my car, searched in vain for something for me to wipe my mouth with. You know what she came up with? A maxipad.

I'll just leave it at that, shall I?