Waiting for the Little Unit

Although expecting a child can be fun, particularly for someone who likes to buy anything they can see or throw a credit card at, there are also parts of the whole experience which aren't so hot. Take today, for example. There's Lib*, this morning, just talking happily to me, then all of a sudden her face takes on a panicked look. And then I don't see her face, or any part of her for that matter. She has vaporised, only to re-emerge a few minutes later looking a little worse for wear.

Morning sickness. I googled around and found out there all there's all sorts of stuff on the afflication, most interestingly that experts can't determine a reason for why it happens.

Further googling showed that, thankfully, there's no end of crap that you can buy in an effort to alleviate the condition. Personally, I'm keen on the Preggie Pops Morning Sickness Lollipops, although the Morning Sickness Red-E-Bag promises to make getting sick virtually mess free! Super! Maybe I should get some for my cricket lads who are known to celebrate wins with some, ahem, exuberance. I will concede that they've done a reasonable job or making puking in a bag look almost pleasant, even desirable.