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.
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.
