For the past 5 days I have been sick.
Well, technically, I was only really sick on Sunday.
Every half an hour.
For 24 hours.
So the past 4 days have been slow, agonizing recovery.
Surviving on eggs and toast and flat ginger ale.
Fetal position on the couch.
I can't even remember the last time I washed my hair.
But tonight, I am hungry!
Which is immensely exciting.
Its annoying to be forced to eat food when there is no appeal.
But tonight I've had my first actual meal in days and am still devouring everything in sight.
I think I am finally on the mend!
And as crappy as illness is and as painstakingly slow as recoveries are, I'm reminded so obviously of all I have to be thankful for....
A body that has the resources to sustain me despite days without food and thats capable of recovery all while protecting and nourishing the little babe inside of me.
A hubby who is amazingly good at juggling a demanding work week, parenting 2 very energetic little girls and nursing me back to health.
A mom who folds my mountains of laundry, sweeps the dirt from under the couch and reminds me that I'm tough.
A dad who drives that mom to my place even though he is plagued with the same awfulness I am.
A mother-in-law who jumps right in to help and leaves a fridge full of groceries in her wake.
Sweet girlies who play together ever so well around (sometimes on) their sick ol' Ma and clean up when I ask them to.
Grace to see all the good in the bad.