As it turns out I'm one of the 'lucky' ones who's sick from day one. My first clue was the day we (Lee, Noleen, Kaz and me) were driving from Colesberg back to Jo'burg. We'd stopped at a garage along the way for petrol and snacks. I had to have a chocolate Steri Stumpie and a chocolate King Cone (I'm such a gorb). Thirty minutes down the road and I couldn't wait any longer and Lee had to pull over at a picnic spot where I promptly emptied my stomach into the big roadside bin while lorries drove by hooting at me.
I was also sick for pretty much the whole last week of holiday. I'd put it down to eating too much rich restaurant food and too much wine tasting. Even my dads dodgy stomach cure of warm milk and nutmeg did nothing to help my queasiness.
So by the time we got home again, I knew what was 'wrong' with me. And now, I'm going on fourteen weeks pregnant.
Contents: potato waffles, compressed air, foetus.
Baby O'Boyle is due early November and we couldn't be more excited :)