I woke up this morning feeling so completely grateful that I have Christian.
I've been sick, but I wasn't sure if it was real sick, or pregnancy sick, or I just wasn't comfortable since baby keeps getting bigger (everything feels different now that I'm pregnant so I really still don't know whats what).
This whole sick business started late Saturday night, while christian and I were play fighting/wrestling right before getting ready for bed and all of the sudden my back muscles all seized up and I thought I might throw up. so I lied down and tried to sleep the rest of the night, but it really wasn't happening. I slept through church and stayed in my pajamas all day. then Monday rolled around. and it was a holiday and Christian and I had the day to ourselves. Around noon I was making myself a sandwich and all of the sudden felt like I would faint. I sort of wanted to ignore it thinking it would go away, but once my hearing got weird I thought I'd better sit down and collect myself. that passed and I went along the rest of the day pretty okay, but extremely tired. by the time I lied down in bed, my stomach felt like it was at war with me. I took some tums thinking it might be heartburn, I drank some water and tried to sleep. then all at once I knew I had to get to the bathroom fast, but I was only wearing my underwear. Christian grabbed me a shirt while I threw on shorts and we both bolted to the bathroom only 2 doors down the hall. only I did not make it to the toilet. or even the sink. I made it to the carpet before the bathroom and all over the open bathroom door. then I made it to the sink. but by then it was everywhere. I finished puking. and christian was already elbow deep in cleaning supplies wiping up the remains of what looked like my entire days food intake. I jumped into the shower, because when I say it was everywhere I'm not excluding my hair and clothes from the mix. Christian, that sweet soul, spent that entire time cleaning up the mess I myself had made. and then when I finally crawled in bed he cuddled with me and rubbed my back until I fell asleep.
It hasn't been until recently that I've thought much about my role as his wife. and I have found that I am so glad to have the opportunity to serve christian. and it's because he does such an amazing job serving and taking care of me. and even when I'm doing something I really hate to do, like folding the underwear, I'm still glad I get to do it for him. especially because I don't really like to do it. And I hope I don't ever lose the desire to stay worthy of all his love and care for me. sometimes I am a little selfish and take some of the little things he does for granted but especially with him leaving so soon for the Navy I have really been noticing all that he does and how much I completely love him.
