Ryan is sick

R is totally out with the flu.  I hate it when he gets sick because 1) I worry and 2) I feel very alone.  At a time when I should be feeling his support the most, emotionally and physically, I feel like I have to do everything myself.  I mean, I do almost everything myself anyways, but when he’s sick, it’s a totally different type of everything. 

R’s dad is on standby working out of Stockton.  He’s coming up this weekend and we made reservations at Alice Waters for Saturday brunch.  I’m dying for their Gurweitz, they have a non-alcoholic one.  

What do I miss most: sushi, dessert wine, and brie.  And my waist.   

What will I miss about being preggers: belly kicks, doing a roll dive into bed, being able to sleep anywhere and anytime.  

R is having crazy second thoughts about the name for Baby A.  

I’m starting to wear flip flops, well R’s flip flops everywhere.  Partly because the weather is nice, and partly because I got a pedicure… But mostly because it breaks up my black and black outfit.  I wear black and black everywhere and it was OK during the colder months, but it’s not so OK now.  My dad will kill me if he knew that I was driving with flip flops. 

My dad is totally chill about most things.  But when he has an opinion about something, he is TOTALLY strict it’s almost funny.  Some rules we live by: no driving with flip flops, always be on time and no dogs in the house, out the house, EVER!   My dad is so dead serious about no dogs rule that he told us that he will disinherit us if we got a dog.  How silly is he?!?  So my sisters and I are thinking… all for one, one for all, if one of us gets one, we’ll each get one so he can’t disown us all.  OMG, just thinking about how mad he would be makes me shudder.  So, no shiba inus or beagles for us.

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