Enough already.

Dearest Morning Sickness:

As awesome as it has been getting to know you so much better with this pregnancy, I feel like things have gone a bit too far. I was much more comfortable with our relationship during my last pregnancy; that kind of casualness is more my style. This whole lingering thing you're doing this time around is bothersome. Scratch that, it's hell. And I'm over it.

So I'm breaking up with you. It's not you, it's me. Actually, no, it is you.

To sum up, let me spell it out for you: For the love of all that is holy, LEAVE ME ALONE.

Regards,
Sarah