Woke up this morning and was able to yamn. See, for the past 3 days, my yamns have been me inhaling then some sound of destress on the outhale.

Thursday night, I scared the shit out hubby.  He helped me transfer to the toilet, told me I’ll be right here, call me when you’re done, and stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. This is when I “yawned”, which caused Dom to frantically run back into the bathroom, to find me sitting on the toilet holding my belly.  “What the hell was that?”