On Monday night, my wife dialed into a work call with Australia from our kitchen table as our 13-month daughter (who shares her bedroom wall with my wife’s office) lay a-snooze in her bed upstairs. As she explained the approach of her business to the Aussie’s on the other end of the Zoom-call, I sat laying in my bed scrolling my phone and massage-gunning my legs.
That’s until I heard the most unpleasant sound... an awful sound...a sound that many of us have heard from their pregnant partners one too many times. Poor thing got hit with a wave of nausea right in the middle of what I can only presume was a very important call.