Things are dire when throwing up is so common as to go completely unremarked by your significant other. But I guess that’s pregnancy.
We saw a midwife today, another quick and simple routine appointment. Little Evelyn is lying in a perfect birthing position, and everything is fine. I’m good to go, any time now. “Have sex!” the midwife whispered mischievously as we left. “Nipple stimulation!” Why did I have to bring Aidan to this appointment? The midwife agreed, almost as an afterthought, that maybe hot foods could do the trick, so we’re wolfing down a curry tonight for dinner. The other suggestions are unlikely to be followed!