Cub clung to me for dear life as I made a beeline for the guest bathroom. I plunked him on the tile and then made it to the toilet just in time. After it was all over, I turned my head, brushed my hair out of my face, and saw Cub still sitting there, staring at me. His eyes were wide and his little mouth was open.
Like, "Mom, that ... was ... AWESOME."
Then he started clapping.
I scooted towards him and he crawled into my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck, patting my back, as he does these days. I squeezed him tight. Sure, this round of nausea will be tougher with a little Cub in tow, but it might be a little sweeter to have my cute little man there to give me a hug when all is said and done.