It's not as romantic as all that to tell your husband, that after a half year of marriage, it's been a whole lot of suffering, but not because of him. It'd have been worse without him.
We ate tacos from the best little hole in the wall Mexican joint in town and he gave me pickles, because I love pickles, not because I'm pregnant (I wish. I could handle five+ months of misery if it were for someone else). And then he wrote a paper and I sat very very still in the spare room.
Ugh today my head feels like it might implode and the tiredest part on my body is my calves. I don't know why.
I don't know how I can keep doing this. I better have a good day coming up.
We ate tacos from the best little hole in the wall Mexican joint in town and he gave me pickles, because I love pickles, not because I'm pregnant (I wish. I could handle five+ months of misery if it were for someone else). And then he wrote a paper and I sat very very still in the spare room.
Ugh today my head feels like it might implode and the tiredest part on my body is my calves. I don't know why.
I don't know how I can keep doing this. I better have a good day coming up.
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