He's Baaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaackkkkkk

Last night I was freaking out over how little I could do for him, and how I'd never seen him look like this. I was also being a horrible person and skippety-hopping over the 'get out of jail free' card, but mostly, I was stressed over watching him and worrying and not being able to do anything.

This morning I was freaking out that the doctor might want to admit him to hospital tomorrow and get the drugs going intravenously if he doesn't get any better by tomorrow.

And then I came home to this...

"Good god my boobs hurt."

"Really? Why?"

"Meh, I'm probably ovulating, going to ovulate, or have ovulated. Who the fuck knows anymore."

"Well maybe we should do it?"

[Insert image of me almost wetting myself laughing]

"No, seriously! You could wrap me up in saran wrap and just leave a hole for the good part!"

"Well when you talk like that, maybe we SHOULD do it! But how about instead we opt for laying you down flat, covering you full-body in a sheet, then cutting three holes - two for your eyes, and one for your good part?"

"Why would you leave holes for my eyes? I only wanna do you, not see you."