"She's just not eating or drinking but keeps being sick and you know at the other end and I'm worried." I mentally rolled my eyes (too much energy to actually do it) at my beloved husband's attempt to get our GP out of his warm comfy consulting room. But then I had to throw up. Again. Obviously, Lovely Loretta at the Surgery heard me chundering and promised the doctor would be with us "soon".
He arrived just as David was leaving to collect Mac from school - he asked the same question that David did and received short shrift. I know that pregnancy affects different women in different ways but come on! I had intimate knowledge of every grain of pattern in our laminate flooring and I know the ingredients of Flash Liquid, that's not normal.
Apparently it's "something doing the rounds" and he's given me some nutrition drink that taste likes chocolate flavoured socks and told me to rest. David took today off to "look after me" but I've insisted he goes back to work tomorrow because I can't actually cope with feeling like this and being "looked after".
God love him!