A Mess

 This morning, after throwing up, I took myself outside and had a good cry.

I'm emotional, I'm so sick, and I'm hot.  August is killing me.

Then took a look at my garden that I planted with the very best of

 gardening intentions, when I was not sick and not pregnant.

 Now everything seems like a giant mess. 

I feel the way it looks: disorganized, exhausted, and frustrated.

My doctors gave me a patch that goes on my behind to help with my nausea,

but it makes my eyes dilate, and I can't see anything.

I can't read, I can't watch TV, I'm basically just miserable.

I know that someday, this will all just be a memory, 

but right now, it's very, very real.