For me, it's been more like this:
Without the rainbow joy!
Seriously, I have worked out that I've thrown up more in the past month than I have thrown up in 26 years (I can't vouch for the first 5 years of my life... I'm pretty sure I was there, but have no memory of it).
Pregnancy is a wonderful teacher, and today's lesson was that there are different shades of puking--one is basic heaving, which I've been doing proficiently for the past few weeks; and the other is projectile vomiting, which I managed for the first time today--luckily into the toilet bowl. *pats self on back*
For those who also undergo this unfortunate experience, I recommend a makeshift neti pot and cotton ear buds (inserted somewhere besides your ears), because your sense of smell is worth rescuing!