Every Two Hours

 Having Jane home is like having a 

personal nanny/cleaner/personal chef/personal assistant.
She has taken over work at Barre3 since I can't even go near the studio,

 or I will spontaneously throw up.  It's actually tragic. 
She has been planning/preparing protein-rich food for me and baby

then brings it in and waits and watches me take a few bites 

before moving on, just to be sure I'm eating.  

I've been known to request food, get it, and then reject it the second

she puts it in front of me.

Or leave it abandoned on the edge of my bed.

I'm so weird.

She does this for me every two hours.  It's the sweetest thing ever.
Today I requested refried beans from a can on chips.  

She whipped that up, then for dinner brought me quinoa & veggies.  
 I couldn't do this without Jane.

Then I saw this photo of me, as we took photos

for the studio, and I want to scream at her and say, 

"Big news, honey, you don't know it yet, but YOU ARE PREGNANT!"