So last night I got a random wave of m/s and ran to the bathroom only to puke up my dinner all over the toilet seat and in the sink.
DH came in with paper towels and cleaner and insisted that I go downstairs and rest and then try to eat something so I wouldn't go to sleep on an empty stomach. I kept protesting and saying I would clean it up because I felt better since I'd puked already. He wouldn't have it so he brought me a bathrobe to bundle up and I sat downstairs eating jello while he cleaned up my puke for the next half hour. I felt so bad but he said not to feel bad, it's just because I'm pg and I can't help it if I have to puke.
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Re: Whatta guy! TMI...
That's so sweet! You're really lucky!
Everytime I was in puking DH went to the other side of the house-pretended like nothing was happening. It was great.
You're lucky!! I was not doing well at all the other day (I will never eat applebee's again...) so I had a brown grocery bag by the bed just in case. And when I finally did get sick I needed a plastic bag to put around the paper bag, so I call for my FI to bring me one, and I am still puking at this time.
So he brings me a garbage bag and leaves the room and CLOSES the door. He tells me later he doesn't like the sound of people getting sick... Grrr...