So today is Tuesday, I'm 6+2 and I have proudly vomitted every day since Thursday. The morning sickness is still comforting at this stage although it bloody sucks.

This morning was probably the worst I've felt, half sitting up in bed with my face in a bucket, messaged my husband who is on the computer to please come into the bedroom. All I wanted was a hug and someone to rub my back. The second he walks I start to gag and vom and he starts complaining 'why did you ask me to come in now?'

Mate no, you have zero legs to stand on here. While I know this is a regular ol' part of pregnancy, we're in this together and lord help me if I need some support while I'm heaving my guts up, you'll be there.

Rant over, Jo out.