Thank-you, morning sickness.

You knew that the way to let my co-worker/ SIL I was pregnant was running through the workplace with a handful of *cough* 'pregnancy joy'. It wasn't too early. And you knew that I needed everything to taste like salt. Everything. You said, "A girl's gotta eat?!" And then you laughed and told me I needed to clean my toilet daily. You showed me that my husband smells like old ham, which I had never noticed before. That a lot of things smell like old ham. You let me know how classy it is to gag loudly and out of nowhere. Previously, I thought it was gross. Thanks, man. ????