So, I thought that the morning sickness had finally subsided.
WRONG.
It came back with a vengeance, two days ago. I was ill that morning before work and that evening right before bed.

(I'm prefacing my story with this information so that you'll understand the state I was in when the following events occured.)

Okay, so I go through the normal bedtime routine. Tim comes in, turns off the light and snuggles up beside me.

He starts to get frisky.

Now, mind you, I'm not really in the mood, but seeing as we do it so often (ha!) I thought I'd give it a go.

We are in the midst of sexy hot doin' it when that all too familiar feeling comes back. No, I am not speaking of the big 'O'; something more along the lines of a gag reflex.
Tim notices I'm a little uncomfortable and asks, "Are you okay?"

"Uh, you better hurry things up or I'm going to throw up."

Of course, this response totally kills the moment. He immediately stops. I dart to the bathroom. You get the picture.

When I make it back to bed we both share an uneasy giggle and he says, "I have to say, that's a first for me."

"Me too," I say.

I do hope that it's also a last.