Chris just contracted some sort of terrible cold. He has a fever and chills, coughing and sneezing, achey body, the works. I still have such horrible nausea and can't make it into the kitchen without gagging and running back into the bathroom.
Now that we're both sick, it's the most pathetic display of affection. We both feel bad but we still have to take care of each other. Him making me food in the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket and whimpering every so often. Me...well let's be honest the most I can do is rub his back and say, "Oh honey..." in an empathetic voice.
Maybe this is getting us ready for having a baby, because even when you're sick, the baby still has to be taken care of.
We're just so pitiful.