The best husband in the world!

This post was going to be about how God awful I feel today - no like seriously a.w.f.u.l. - but then I came to my senses.

So I've decided instead to write about my wonderful husband. No like seriously wonderful. Since peeing on the stick(s) Norm has been incredibly supportive, listened to me whine about how seriously awful I feel most days, how fat I am likely to be eight months from now.

The first day I felt bad my wonderful husband marched himself to the drugstore and spoke to the pharmacist about remedies for morning (try all day) sickness. He came home with an arsenal of anti-barf supplies. Ginger ale, ginger beer, ginger cookies and soda crackers - oh and the knowledge that those motion sickness bracelets are a bunch of hooey.

What a wonderful husband.

Since then, the barffieness is still here, and so is my wonderful husband.
He makes me healthy dinners, concerned about my iron intake, he lets me sleep in, walks the dogs when I can't, and asks me how I am feeling daily.

Let's hope the barffieness goes away soon, and that my wonderful husband doesn't!

Thank you honey!! I LOVE YOU!