Is there anything more miserable for a nauseated pregnant woman than dealing with breakfast? Later on in the day, maybe something will appeal. But at breakfast time, the whole kitchen seems dreary, and full of gross food no one should eat. The sink area smells like last night’s dinner. The refrigerator smells like leftovers, and something sour no one else can smell. Every option seems unappealing, and there is the full knowledge that no matter what is chosen, it will not sit well on the tum. It will grudgingly dissolve in there, but it will not bring release from the nausea. And yet something must be eaten, or the situation will worsen. It is a sad, sad time of day.