I’ll admit that I’m not the best pregnant lady out there. My poor husband! I figure, since he’s half the reason for my condition, I should be allowed to complain to him about whatever’s ailing me…

This pregnancy has been a plethora of symptoms, one right after another, but often overlapping. I realized the other day that he’s probably sick of hearing me complain about my legs aching, my lack of energy, my vomiting, etc. (Oh, wait, you’re probably sick of it, too, huh?)

So, last night, as we snuggled down to go to sleep, I said, “Honey?”

“Yeah?” he said.

“My hair doesn’t hurt. And my fingernails are OK.”

I’m sure he rested easier just knowing. I love him.

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