Can't Wait Till It's Over. . . .

I hate morning sickness with a passion! I can count the number of times I've had it on one hand, but it's still misery. Cause then I don't eat for the next 6 hours. I'm fine eating a cracker one minute and the next minute, I'm running over dogs like bowling pins. Yesterday, in my moment of lesser glory, I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I looked up to see to Yankee accompanied me to the bathroom. WOW! That's the 2nd time he's witnessed my morning sickness. . . as if he wants to grab my hair back or just make sure I was alright. And today he didn't pull his sympathetic next day "look-mom-I'm-sick-too" throwing up on the carpet!