Now add some details to your situation.
I came downstairs to find Mrs. Mamu sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at a half-empty cup of coffee....the kids squabbling loudly in the other room. "What's wrong, Honey?" I asked. She said, "I've got morning sickness." I braced myself against the refrigerator and said, "Oh my god, you're pregnant?" "No I'm not," she replied, "I'm just damn sick of mornings!"