My hubby came in late from work last night and rattled around in the kitchen doing who knows what for what seemed like forever. Finally he crawls into bed, I look at him and say “Did you eat salad?” “Yes, a couple of fork fulls out of the bowl in the fridge.” As nicely as I could I say to him “Could you please not breathe on me.” “Why?” He asks. “The salad dressing on your breath is making me nauseous.” He turns over and then I say “What I don’t get kissed goodnight?” To which my sweet hubby replies “You just said that my breath made you want to throw up all over me.”
**I’m pregnant and everything makes me nauseous!**
