As I've been suffering through my nausea and my ever growing waste line, Rocky has been your typical loving, unsuspecting man from Mars. God love him. Everyone pray for him. Seriously, look who he has to deal with. One unsuspecting night, we were laying in bed and I was flipping and flopping like a bluegill on a hot pier. I just couldn't get comfortable. I can't sleep on my stomach any more, I hate to sleep on my back, and my shoulders hurt when I lay on mysides. Combine that with the ever present feeling of wanting to hurl and it just doesn't make for a good night. After 30 minutes of fighting for his hare of the covers, Rocky says he's had enough. To which I respond, "how about I tape a grapefruit to your stomach and see how well you sleep. And then, I'm gonna walk by every so often and punch you in the gut so you can feel nauseous. What about that?"
Awkward pause..........then we both busted out laughing. Not because we realized I had just lost it (I'm talking like the boy who's Mom canceled his online game subscription), cause trust me, I was dead serious. But because for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, we were 100% still in love. And laughter really is the best medicine.
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