Girls Weekend

Since I couldn’t go on my Costa Rica trip because of these crazy twins, my amazing friend Sachi arranged for a girls weekend for us in Park City. She is seriously such an amazing friend. I was really stressed about going, since It’s hard to really understand how sick and immobile I am unless you live with me and see it (poor Trevor).

Before she was to pick me up on Friday, I had a breakdown (umm… more like my hormones completely took over and I went a little crazy…). Trevor came home from football and asked me if I was packed, which I wasn’t. I immediately started crying and blubbering on about how he’s my best friend and I love him so much and I can’t leave him and the twins love him so much and …. I seriously lost it. He’s just holding me and I’m sobbing about how much I love him. It’s hilarious looking back, but at the moment I was having quite the meltdown. I told my brother the story, and his response was, “wow, must be a huge ego boost to have your wife say all that”. Hopefully that boosted Trev’s ego, and didn’t make him question my mental health.

I stopped crying, packed and Sachi came to get me. She took me to my favorite place, My Thai. And she had an awesome surprise – Brittney Henderson was coming with us! It was so great to spend some girl time with her as well. We rarely hang out – usually when I see her I’m babysitting or we’re also with Randy.

We went to this gorgeous hotel in Park City, went to the adults only pool/spa, and then watched a movie. It was so nice and relaxing. I fell asleep pretty late, much later than I’m used to. I woke up feeling sick the next morning – which is pretty standard for me until I get breakfast.

At home, Trev is amazing and he gets up every morning and makes me breakfast. Then he wakes me up and pulls me out of bed (so I don’t have to whale-crawl out).

I’d brought snacks for the day, since I knew I’d need them. I ate my protein bar and had water and Gatorade. I still felt sick. I ate some amazing Kneaders bread Brittney had brought – I still felt sick. I ate a granola bar I’d brought – still felt sick.

I started to feel so sick I ate some of the leftover Thai food. I still felt sick.

Sachi woke up and we had to hurry to get our pedicures to make our time. The place was in a little mall and really nice. The ladies who gave us our pedicures were especially nice.

They even added some pink to my toes to represent Thor and Loki.

I’d still been feeling sick, and it was continually growing.

All of a sudden, the twins attacked at full force and I puked without warning. I didn’t have a chance to move. I threw up all over my shirt, my purse, my hair (yeah for having my hair down instead of a pony tail which I almost always sport these days) and this nice Park City pedicure place. I threw up between my legs, so most of it landed in the pedicure foot bath, which made for easier cleaning but was just as humiliating.

New most embarrassing moment.

They didn't have a bathroom in the pedicure place, so I had to walk through the mall to get to the bathroom – covered in puke and holding a rag to my hair to keep the hair puke from dripping. It was horrible.

We went to a place to get some breakfast/lunch after, and I was still not feeling well. Trevor met us there, and we went back to the hotel. Brittney left to go home, and Sachi had to go to work for a couple of hours.

At the hotel I started throwing up again, so Trevor took me home.

That was our girls’ weekend.

I felt so horrible that Sachi and planned this nice weekend and done so much for me, and spent the whole time sick and had to leave early.

This 100% confirms that it is a really good thing I didn’t go to Costa Rica. I would have been sick and throwing up the entire time. I didn’t go mostly because of mobility issues – I can barely walk these days. I didn’t know that the twins had gotten so used to dad’s breakfast every morning they’d freak out and make me sick if they didn’t get it.

I really think a big part was that they could sense my distress at leaving Trevor, and then I didn’t get enough sleep, didn’t get my normal breakfast, and they could sense we were in a different place and dad wasn’t there and they just got upset and made me sick until Trevor came and took me home.

And there you have it. My new most embarrassing moment.

It was so fun until I got sick. I'm so grateful for such great friends!!! Sachi setting it up, and Brittney coming. It was so fun to spend time with these amazing friends.

Love,

Brittney

Tribute to the Worlds’ Greatest Husband

Seriously.

This pregnancy hasn’t been easy on me. I don’t think pregnancy in general is ever easy, but holy moly is it harder than I ever expected.

I’ve been really sick. I don’t throw up, I dry heave. I get sick like I need to throw up, and then just dry heave over and over and feel so sick afterwards. If I start in the morning, the rest of the day goes downhill from there. And occasionally my body will give me a nice surprise by actually throwing up, when I’ve become conditioned to thinking no matter how sick I feel, nothing will come out (this happened one morning and luckily I was holding my breakfast plate and threw up all my breakfast over my remaining breakfast. Gross. Or the time Trevor asked me if I wanted a banana in my lunch and I thought about eating a banana and got sick).

Being this sick means I can’t do much. I can’t go in the kitchen, which means I can’t make food, open the fridge (or be in the living room when the fridge is open), do dishes or even fill up my own glass with water. It’s been so frustrating to me to be so utterly helpless. I’ve had to depend on Trevor for basically everything nutrition wise. I’ll try to get myself water and the sink sets me off and I’ll just start dry heaving and have to lay down till the nausea subsides.

One day I stayed home from work and had to warm up the lunch Trevor left for me. After several unsuccessful attempts to get near the food, I sprayed the kitchen with fabreeze, stuck a Preggie Pop (these things actually do work! They help a lot with the nausea) in my mouth, covered my face except for my eyes in a shirt and was able to get the food in the microwave.

This is my life.

I struggle to allow anyone to help me, let alone ASK for it. It’s been something I’ve had to work on in my marriage. Being this sick has given me no choice but to ask Trevor for just about everything.

On the mornings I get frustrated and fed up and just want to be able to do something for myself, I’ll start to fill up my water bottle or get something from the fridge and immediately I’ll start dry heaving. Trevor will yell from the other room, “I don’t even feel bad for you right now! All you have to do is ask me and I’ll help you.”

Our mornings consist of Trevor waking up while I struggle to accept I have to get out of bed/try to come back from my coma-like state. He makes us breakfast. He comes and gets me out of bed while singing and smiling and telling me he loves me. We eat breakfast. He does the dishes. He fills our water bottles and packs our snacks/lunches.

I try and eat, get dressed and brush my teeth without dying.

EVERY SINGLE MORNING.

The man doesn’t complain. EVER. Not only does he never complain, he is ALWAYS HAPPY. He is always happy to make breakfast, do the dishes, grocery shop.

I’m not kidding. I keep thinking he’s going to get frustrated with me over my lack of being able to do anything, even get out of bed (pregnancy fatigue IS SERIOUSLY NOT OK) but he doesn’t.

I can’t go grocery shopping. I walk into the store and try but get sick and have to leave. He’s done all our grocery shopping since we got pregnant.

The fatigue has been brutal as well, which means we still haven’t unpacked/clean from our move. Life in the cave is messy and chaotic and congested and it’s driving me nuts. But between being sick and exhausted I haven’t made much headway.

There are a myriad of other symptoms I get to deal with on a daily basis, but the sickness is the worst.

Now that I’m in the second trimester, I’m starting to feel much better.

I can now go into the grocery store without getting sick and having to leave. I’ll still gag sometimes but usually can plug through it.

I’m able to help with cooking! I still can’t do meat, but I can help with veggies and the rest of the meals.

It’s slowly getting better.

This pregnancy has definitely brought Trevor and I closer together. It’s taught me a lot about humility and asking for and letting Trevor help me. It’s also shown me what an amazing man I married.

It’s given him the opportunity to show me how much he loves me, and how willing he is to help me, no matter what. And his attitude! Holy cow. He is always helpful, always happy. I know it’s exhausting on him to carry the brunt of most of this stuff I can’t help with anymore. Or am too tired to help with.

I love him so much, and am so grateful for all he does for me every day.

I am so lucky to be married to my best friend and the best man in the world!

Love,

Brittney