Queasy Queeny

The morning was crisp, the sky was blue, the firsttimers were happily pottering around the house washing the dishes and generally doing bugger all. All was good in the world. Among the quiet contentment you could almost forget that you have something special inside you growing. And that a battle is happening in your body - that this 'something special' is in constant competition with your own body for valuable nutrients.

But this little person can at any time kick up a fuss if its not getting its way.

Imagine our concern when firsttimegirl suddenly felt dizzy and needed to sit down. She then started to go very pale. I turned to get her a drink only to turn back to find the chair she was sitting in was vacant. Then fear struck me. She was in the toilet (that's the bathroom to any American readers). This represented an ultimate test. Of course Im concerned. And of course I'll knock to see whether she's ok. But should I go in?

I can handle blood, guts, cuts and bruises, fairground rides, the scariest of gorey movies not to mention some pretty nauseas sky dives and bungee jumps. But seeing someone be sick is a definite no-no. It tends to cause a chain reaction as far as my stomach is concerned. It conjures up memories of being back at school; on a trip to the Lake District. 15 schoolkids, post big english-breakfast, mini-bus, lots of hills, splat, domino effect. you get the picture.

Pathetically I knocked on the door and asked if she was ok: no reply.

Now me and firsttimegirl have both had some pretty heavy nights out, drunk so much that we cannot talk or walk. We also eaten some pretty dodgy early morning "food". But neither of us have ever had to encounter the sick-thing. Until now.

Thoughts raced through my head; what if she's collapsed? what if she has flushed herself down the toilet? but what if she's being sick that much that she cant speak...... Cmon man, you've got to get used to it, pull yourself together. You're having a baby. Pregnancy is a sharing experience. Its partly your responsibility and you should work through this together.

So I entered the toilet. It was worse than I could've imagined. Not only was she being sick, but she was also sat on the toilet - holding her hands over her mouth. So I left the glass of water on the floor and ran off.