"Caged, irritable, hungry." Sage confirmed, chuckling, figuring the unvarnished truth was the only way to go. It was her biggest concern, not to worry her family, but it was too late for that and she was not very good at hiding her emotions, unless she was at work. "They call it morning sickness, but it always extends past." In truth, the nausea was the worst in the morning and she had to force herself to eat something simple, like toast, to fend it off, but Merlin was it ever-present.

With the kettle on, Sage set about finding herself a snack. Just something bland to help take the edge of the riotous gurgle in her stomach. Sage put a hand to her growing bump at a most vicious kick to the ribs. "Yes, yes, I'm working on it." She mumbled to the child within, rubbing a hand over the little foot.