How much I love him/ her.
Because there is no one else on this planet (except for his/her big brother) who I would endure such sustained sickness.
I know, technically, I have no choice in the matter but it is really, heart honestly, getting me down beyond words.
I want to bloom. I want to feel and be positive, instead of spending my days being told I look "awful" and have people make sympathetic faces in my direction.
I've found I HAVE to go to bed no later than 9.30 - whether I want to or not - or else I'll be puking my anatomy the next day (and that night). Evenings are the worst. Absolute worst.
I may have to go now and hold my little nephew and remind myself why I'm doing this.
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