before heading to the office for work, like he always does.
This time, I had tears in my eyes.
"I'm such a blob," I told him, followed by,
"Really, who am I, and what good do I do?
I basically barf, cry, and lie in my pjs all day
because doing anything more
than that puts me in a physical spiral.
I've figured out something.
On the days I get REALLY sick, like we're talking throwing up
every 15 minutes for days, baby six is having
a growth spurt and my stomach does NOT know how to handle it
causing me to get SO SICK.
I am on four different nausea medications, including
a patch that I wear on my bum.
It only lasts three days because then it starts to burn my skin
and now my buns look like I got a pink marker and colored
red circles everywhere.
I'm such a mess.
Anyway, Christian said he was going to come back at noon,
pick me up, take me to get lunch, and run errands with him.
I agreed.
I had four hours to get myself out of bed, put food in my stomach,
(NOTE to self: NEVER eat yogurt in the morning. NEVER).
get in the shower, and get dressed.
To me, that meant I was literally facing Mt. Everest.
Just as he promised, he picked me up at noon, and like
his loyal lab, I sat in the front seat with my barf bags
and lunch while he ran errands, including donating
ground meat to our local food drive.
He does that with every cow we finish.
I love this man.
