I go anywhere and do anything to help the love of my life feel better. Target. Walmart. Cafe Rio. Jamba Juice. Kneaders. Pizza. Indian Food. Make a shepherds pie. Go to that other grocery store. Pickles. A specific kind of ice cream. That store doesn't sell the yogurt she likes, go to the other store. I'm not complaining, not at all, because as least she is eating, at least she is drinking, at least the retching is mostly over.
She's doing okay. By okay I mean, she's not throwing up, she's not asking to be put out of her misery. She talks, sometimes we even chat. She had a rough week though. There were a few days when she refused to eat, "I just want to feel better".
Sunday mornings have to be the worst part of the week. I try to get my Carrie medicine, get the kids fed and dressed and myself at least decently dressed all before church starts. There was this one Sunday the kids didn't fight, they didn't destroy their rooms in the few minutes it took to give Carrie her medicine and they didn't dump breakfast out all over the kitchen. Tyler got himself dressed. Lydia didn't argue about the cloths I put on her and I somehow had a clean, unwrinkled white shirt. We were only 2 minutes late. I was saying prayers of gratitude the rest of the day.
She wanted to be well by Thanksgiving. She wasn't. She wanted to go to Thanksgiving dinner with us. She wasn't well enough. Instead, I gave her medicine, I got the kids ready, and left my beautiful, pregnant wife home alone on Thanksgiving. I bought a turkey. I offered to make it for her. She said no. It is still sitting in the deep freezer. I ditched her and brought her left-overs. I'm a real prince aren't I?
Like I said, Carrie was hoping to be well by Thanksgiving, I was thinking more along the lines of Christmas or New Years. The reality is, we have NO IDEA. The only sure thing is that it will at least end sometime around May because that is when baby is due.
Seriously, when will this end?
