This morning made me once again realize how lucky I am to be married to my husband Dave.Yes, this is going to be a cheesie post! But still a little gross!
He's very compassionate and understanding; he's been so kind to me even during my breakdown over dill pickle chips.
This morning I really felt for him... I have been tossing and turning for two nights now because of having the mother of all headaches and then forgetting that my tylenol has caffeine. Good times.
So this morning I wake at 5am (fabulous!) and I had to go to the washroom (no suprise, as I pee at least 3 times a night) and all of a sudden felt sick... and so I quickly finished my bidness and started dry heaving and puking up nothing LOUD.
I'm very loud when I gag and puke ever since I got pregnant... it's really gross and embarrassing!
So my poor husband was woken at five pm to the sounds of me being violently ill, and then came to my rescue where it's not bad enough that I'm being sick, but I'm naked.
Just thinking of the muscle contractions required to vomit makes me sick, let alone having to see time.So he passed me tissues to wipe my nose and face and he held my hair and rubbed my back.
Then he practically carried me back to bed and tucked me in with my "just in case" spaghetti pot.
I'm in love with a man named Dave! Okay, cheesiness over!
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