Bring it on

I had it again this morning - that just-beneath-the-surface kind of sick. Coupled with my exagerrated chest and a few other 'symptoms' we're really wondering...

I tell Hamid I feel it creeping on again this evening and he's thrilled. Over the moon excited that I might be pregnant, tells me he hopes I am and then gets real quiet for a second, looks down at his hands, back up at me with this face of absolute shame and says 'Sorry baby...' I ask him why on earth is he sorry? and he says 'Because it's like, oh you feel sick? That's great news!!'

Such a doll...