I was thinking about why we say this- "We're pregnant". I mean, aren't I the one doing all the work?
Well, I certainly am the one feeling terrible, spending a lot of my day with my head in the toilet and the rest of the time trying to keep myself from the toilet. And I'm the one struggling to keep up with an active 17 month old while my body grows another human being. (No easy feat!) I'm the one, too, with constipation, hormonal temperature issues, super-hero smell, thirst that cannot be quenched and more.
But poor Darrell is suffering too. After getting up early to make me something to eat (which did help today with the sickness!), he has to feed the dogs, keep Duke out of trouble, walk the dogs, etc. This morning alone, Hunter pooped in the foyer, Duke drank (and spilled a lot of) Darrell's coffee, Duke had a poop explosion in his pants and one of the dogs threw up. Then it's off to work for the day then home to a wife who can't cook and needs to be fed, whose sense of smell won't let her deal with dirty dishes, dogs who need to be taken care of....
Duke too, is getting less than best. Even when I am "interacting" with him, I'm hardly 100% there physically.
So, I guess it is accurate to say we're pregnant. We're all suffering!
Well, I certainly am the one feeling terrible, spending a lot of my day with my head in the toilet and the rest of the time trying to keep myself from the toilet. And I'm the one struggling to keep up with an active 17 month old while my body grows another human being. (No easy feat!) I'm the one, too, with constipation, hormonal temperature issues, super-hero smell, thirst that cannot be quenched and more.
But poor Darrell is suffering too. After getting up early to make me something to eat (which did help today with the sickness!), he has to feed the dogs, keep Duke out of trouble, walk the dogs, etc. This morning alone, Hunter pooped in the foyer, Duke drank (and spilled a lot of) Darrell's coffee, Duke had a poop explosion in his pants and one of the dogs threw up. Then it's off to work for the day then home to a wife who can't cook and needs to be fed, whose sense of smell won't let her deal with dirty dishes, dogs who need to be taken care of....
Duke too, is getting less than best. Even when I am "interacting" with him, I'm hardly 100% there physically.
So, I guess it is accurate to say we're pregnant. We're all suffering!
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That reminds me, what do you want for dinner? :)
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