Today, pregnancy sucks.
It's 4.30am and i'm on the floor of the bathroom wrapped in a blanket trying not to vomit again and wondering how mad at me my partner will be if he finds me sleeping on the floor.
The nausea is overwhelming and I have a cold. Which I can't treat with awesome flu drugs because, well, pregnancy.
The cat, however, is having a great time. He has supervised my head in the bowl from above, checked the bowl contents dutifully about 80 times to my chorus of "nooos", and has been fed ridiculously early as what accounted to a whole 4 minutes of distraction.