Love--hate relationship

As I sit uncomfortably in my chair, feeling like I have to puke; Or attempt to lie down, still feeling the urge--my nausea is graced with a smile. 'Tis a bittersweet relationship, my dear morning, err, all day sickness. I've never been happier kneeling over a porcelin John. Because you know, Crown Royal and Diet Coke doesn't come up as gracefully and the gut you get from it isn't a purdy as a "bump."