If only they knew how we are at our most vulnerable times. Hugging the toilet, sitting on the bathroom floor praying to God the nausea will go away, if only for a moment. When they're not home and we cry our hearts out over the Cheetos we just spilled. When they ask if we're okay and we reply with "I'm fine just a little nauseous" when in reality we can't even begin to describe how uncomfortable we are feeling. Through it all, I know feeling this sick is a sign of a healthy pregnancy and I am so thankful for that. But I do wish I could eat my damn sandwhich in peace and poop on a regular basis 😭