ask any newly wed couple, or any newly-moved-in-together couple and they’ll tell you; you don’t really begin to know your significant other until you’ve lived together…

my wife and i dated about four years before gettin hitched, and it’s definitely been that way for us.

all their new ways of doing simple little nothings meet up with your ways of doing simple little nothings and you discover a few simple little somethings about each other…

how do they fold their towels?  how much milk do they like in their cereal? are they really a morning person? do they kick in their sleep? how many q-tips do they go through in a day? are they a remote control freak? and how brown can the bananas get before they’ll refuse to eat them?

(fun fact for you; i cannot successfully spell out the word “bananas” without having gwen stafani’s catchy little tune enter my brain… pretty sure it’s gonna stay there for the rest of the day)

and THEN….

pregnancy occurs, and guess what people… you find a whole new level of each other and what the two of you are really like…

it’s mostly the same kind of little nothings that you find out…

but sometimes…

…. sometimes….

… it’s something huge that you find out about them!

we’re talking big, people… REALLY BIG!

for example; what does your wife sound like when she has projectile vomit? (for those not in the know, this is called “morning sickness”… but i feel projectile vomit gives a better description)

now, in the five or six years i’ve known heather, i had never witnessed her throwing up…

i had just assumed it was something she didn’t do.

i’d said to myself a dozen times, “yep, i’ve found me a goodn’.  she don’t even puke!”

but this pregnancy revealed something to me… she does puke.

…and it’s scary…

i want you to do something for me… close your eyes (keep reading though)… as your eyes are closed, try and picture that dinosaur from Jurassic Park, the one that spits that black stuff on newman’s face and makes him drop the barbasol can… know what i’m talking about?… good.  now as you’re picturing this, you’re going to add sound to it…. the sound is a cross between the roar of a lion and lacey mosely’s scream in the beginning of “i’m so sick”… now, add that all together…

i know…

i’m scared too…

the funny thing is, she and i had just had a conversation about what to do if she ever were to get “morning sickness”.  this, by the way, is a conversation very much worth the having… trust me…

and it was actually that night that mount st.heather errupted… and then i found out something about myself; i gag at the sound of my wife vomiting.

oh what a lovely way to wind down our evening!

the symphonic sound of my wife barfing her brains out, and me dry heaving at the crescendo!

what really gave it some “umph” though, was my wife’s commentary in between puke-sessions!

and what tasteful observations they were!

things like;

… “there’s my chicken!”…

and…

… “it’s coming out of my nose!”…

and let’s not forget…

… “i didn’t think i ate that much chicken!”…

ah, what wonderful times those were!

and to think we’ve been blessed enough to experience them for the last six weeks!

we really are lucky people:)

guys just a quick heads up… “morning sickness” can happen at any time of day… so be ready, and when it comes…

… enjoy the show.

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