things before he leads out to the MTC in Utah.
Every day feels like a battle for me.
Getting up in the morning is particularly difficult. I am so nauseous,
which makes me feel torn because I want to be there for Gigs,
just like I was for my other three missionaries.
I can't shake the feeling that Gigs has gotten the short end of the stick
because I have been so sick and bedridden and lost all
desire to be a fun, functioning mom.
I just feel like pooh.
But this afternoon, armed with my barf bags and gumballs
(which are the only things I am eating these days), off we went.
Gigs was so sweet and sympathetic, we got everything we needed.
and he loaded up the car while I went back to the front seat with the AC
blowing in my face.
