Last night, DH and I got a little frisky. We were in the middle of doing "it" and I felt like I was gonna throw up. I figured I could hold it, but suddenly it came up. I put my hands on DH's arms and pushed, while trying to roll over. My DH is a big guy, there's no way in hell I can move him, but luckily he backed up, I rolled and threw up on the floor beside the bed.
Then I cried.
After making sure I was okay, DH carried on like nothing had happened, but.. I was kinda out of the mood.
Now it's kind of funny, but I was MORTIFIED last night.