Why I love Rocky

I've been nauseous off and on for a couple of weeks now. But the last couple of days have been the worst. I'm pretty much sick 24/7, except when I'm asleep. It's not like it comes on gradually. You wake up and BAM!!! (thanks Emeril). And cold chills...sometimes they're so bad that I literally shake. I sleep with 2 blankets, Rocky sleeps with none. And eating...forget about it. Nothing sounds good. Not even my old staples like Mickey D's, JoBangles (yes, I spelled that right) or Taco Bello (I spelled that right too). I wake up and have cheese toast. Then I try to eat something every two hours. The problem is nothing sounds good and when you're trying to eat that many times in a day and you don't like anything...well, you see my dilemma.

So, this morning I went to Harris Teeter on the way in to work. This is what I bought:
orange & apple juice, Green Tea Ginger Ale (sounds yucky but both Green Tea and ginger are thought to help with nausea), Ready to Serve Minute Rice (Brown and Chicken flavor), PB & Honey crackers, PB crackers, apple sauce (4 flavors), fruit cups (peach & mixed, in light syrup)
2 cans of lima beans (possible a weird craving), and 2 Swanson frozen chicken pot pies. Maybe now I'll at least have more choices to pick from.

By now you're probably wondering why this post is titled "Why I love Rocky" and I haven't even mentioned him. No, I'm not being sarcastic and blaming him for getting me into this situation. We both chose to get pregnant so it's not his fault (but don't tell him) The reason I love Rocky is that so far, he has been the best husband. He lets me sleep when I'm tired, he gets me covers when I'm cold, he fixes me toast if I'm sick, he gets me whatever food I think I can eat, and he does it all with the cutest smile on his face. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I think he wants to strangle me, but I know that he appreciates what I'm going through and he knows that this will pass (sooner or later but please let it be sooner).