Baaarf. (Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse)

In addition to my previous posting that I'm such an idiot...things got worse.

This lovely "morning sickness" has me throwing up in every direction.

And do I have a husband to help me out and buy me exotic flavors of goat ice-cream and pickled olives?

No...just me and my sister throwing up all morning.

I get up, make a run for the field, puke my guts out, and when I finally make it back to flop down on my oh-so-comfortable Sealy mattress of hay, my sister goes through the same motions, making me sick all over again.

Maybe I'll name my kid something really annoying.

If it's a boy...maybe something like...DovBear? Ezzie? Charlie? Lazer? MoC (does that rhyme with sock?) Jameel? CK? Krum? Elster? Jack? Treppenwitz? Joe? YellowBoy? Karl? Shtender? Gil? Gid? Elie? DatingMaster? Professor Justice? Jordan? Hyrax? Oliver? Toddler? Robbie? Both? SoccerDad? AirTime? What the heck are these names?

Fine. We'll just leave it as "Moav"...maybe I'll call him "Moe" for short.