8:08 a.m.— I make a green tea, and pop an Advil extra strength, my head is killing me. The rain is not helping (the weather affects my nausea as well). I know in about 2 hours I have to feed Little Bun, and start getting prepped to leave for the doctor’s. It is RIGHT ...
runs to the bedroom, and buries himself into the bedcovers, head into the pillow, scrunched up into a tight ball as if he is trying to be invisible. If I was not so exasperated to get him dressed and ready to leave, I’d be ...