week seven

(written 10.7.13)
wow, i've been slacking. lately though my energy level has been slim to none. and when i do have some, i use it to the best i can, which then leaves me wanting to crawl into bed at seven at night.

dishes, preparing food, cleaning, have been a thing of the past. for some reason gas-station food seems much more cheaper and appealing. weird and unhealthy, i know. for example, after my family session last night, i stopped at kwik trip for a $1.00 brat and a strawberry milkshake for dinner. i was content.

but the queasiness has slowly gotten worse. not to the point of throwing up anything. but makes me just feel "blah". eating does seem to help a little bit, but my worst fear may be coming true. i'd rather not be sick and throwing up without no one else around to help and comfort me. i'm praying that only the queasiness stays instead, i can handle that much.

i can not wait until the husband gets here later this week. it will be so nice to have him around for a couple days. i miss having him sleeping by my side every night, being there to cook breakfast and dinner, to keep Harlee occupied, and just having him around. it's going to be a long road a head of us, i'm beginning to realize. a true test.