Gotta start this one off with my tagline that I live by for 9 months. I HATE being pregnant. It is truly the worst experience of my life. Times 2, now. I hate everything about it: the pure sickness I have for the first 4-5 months, the miserable headaches I experience, the beautiful stretch marks left behind (yep, fully admit it...I have stretch marks...gasp, I know), and the absolute uncomfortableness I feel with an added 20+ pounds on my already larger-frame.
So take those feelings and add them to the effects of the ever-fantastic 24 Hour Flu. My wonderful daugther, Emma, passed along this sickness to me the other day and I thought I could have just about died. We all know you can't keep anything down when going through this sickness...but now imagine being 7.5 months pregnant on top of it. The stress your stomach feels is ungodly. You can't jump up fast, while in the lying-down position, as it's just a physical impossibility. Then having to pull the trash bucket up and over your belly is a trying task.
I may be a wuss, but I just can't handle this sickness + pregnancy. When I am sick, I just want to be babied. My mom was always so good and comforting when I was sick as a child. She'd get me whatever I needed; would hold the trash bucket up for me, pull my hair up out of my face...whatever needed to be done, she'd have done it. It's just not the same with a husband. Sure, he brought home the ginger ale and crackers. But was he there to hold back the hair. Was he there to give me a cold towel to put over my face?...It's just not the same as is with mom.
