Excuse me while I have an all-out sobbing preggo rant.
I've been having morning sickness, worse than either of my previous pregnancies, so my house is gross and falling apart while my kids watch WAY too much TV. I ache all over, thanks to a fight I got into with the milk cow (she tried to smoosh me against a wall and then kicked me for good measure). Her calf that we were banking on raising for freezer beef got sick and died on Saturday, even after a ton of nursing. Also on Saturday, Farmer Man backed into our puppy, Rosie, and she seemed to be doing ok, was running around and everything, but then took a turn for the worse last night and I think she's dying now. I called the vet, but she's out on farm calls today and the next closest vet is 50 miles away and I honestly don't think there's any hope anymore. Plus, making everything 10x worse, I glutened myself last week and I can totally tell it's affecting me mentally. I need help with the kids and the house just for an afternoon, but we have no family nearby and Farmer Man is far too busy with spring work to come and help out for a few hours. And, yeah, that's my sob story. *sniff*, *sniffle*, *sob*, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!