The Sick Blues

Around 9:00 pm, I start getting the sick blues, 

as if being pregnant sick wasn't enough, the sick blues start pushing their way in, 

and I start thinking about how the next day I have to do it all over again; 

feel miserable and throw up.  All day. It's such a horrible feeling.
And every night- EVERY NIGHT, Christian says to me, 

"Tomorrow I'm going to take you somewhere for 

lunch that you're going to love."

So this afternoon, I drove myself to the studio to meet up 

with Christian and Jane for lunch.

 But not before throwing up in the

 garden bed right before getting into my car.

As I drove off, I noticed the chickens pecking through my vomit.

That made me even more sick, and I had to pull over again to 

throw up while vowing to myself that I would never EVER eat their eggs again.

Christian took us to a restaurant where all I ordered was a smoothie

and a quesadilla. A lunch I could have easily made myself at home, saving us 35 bucks. 

It's worth it for my mental health.

We all know that I hate everywhere we go, 

and ultimately, my lunch ends up in some restaurant toilet, lawn, or parking lot. 
It's getting out and getting a change of scenery that I need.

It's vital to my existence these days.

After lunch, on our way back to the studio, there was a box at the foot
of the studio doors.  Inside were the Christmas garlands I ordered

to make the studio festive.

Christian happily helped me put them up.

I really want to emphasize happily because Christian has been 

the real hero around here.

He's every pregnant woman's dream, and I hope my boys are

taking notes.

We listened to Christmas music

and for just a few minutes, I forgot that I was sick.

We also hung the movie poster from the Courage Rises movie premiere

in our office above our sexy white leather couch. Oh ya.

It's a good reminder that I can do hard things, and that

 I am a tough cookie, and I'll get through this.

I can hear my Dad in my ear, telling me that I am his pioneer girl,

and I'll get through this.

Thanks, Dad.