Drew, Capri & Audrey makes 3

Well drew,  He spends his weekends at home sitting next to me... watching my favorite TV shows and changing the bags in my "chuck it bucket" about 4-10 times on a bad day 1-3 on a good day. Googling how to remove bathroom sink pipes if I don’t make it to the trash can, shampooing floors and couches, blending up ice in our ninja because even water makes me vomit but sucking on snow doesn't... Picking up ANYTHING at the store I can suggest at any hour or the day knowing he may come home and offer it to a wife who may not eat it. Making my dinner 2-3 times because sometimes what goes down doesn't stay down longer than 2-3 minutes. Given me hourly medications, sets up breathing treatments, emergency trips to the pharmacy. All of our grocery shopping, He's carried me to bed, given me showers, washed my hair, does the laundry every week, and chanted time and time again "you're doing such a great job Capri, keep going," when I’m bent over in pai...

I couldn't tell you exactly how soon my morning sickness started... But I remember it started early... I remember we found out we were going to be parents on April 14 and by Drew's birthday on April 27,2015 I'd gotten him surprise tickets about two weeks after the opening of the Duck Dynasty Musical to go for his birthday... (He suffers through musicals for me... I suffer through Duck Dynasty for him) and... I was so sick... I slept through the whole thing and we had to stay home.  This is before confirming pregnancy with a doctor, and the vomiting had already begun, but all of my pregnancy books, even the comedic ones said "this was normal"  I babysat for a family religiously years before our marriage that I was still fairly close to, the mother during both of her pregnancies had an illness so hard to pronounce I wrote a paper about it one day... It was called "hyperemesis gravidarum." The definition is : persistent severe vomiting lead...

I remember being the woman who handled everything with grace... no one knew when  my world was falling apart but me, my husband & God. but... you know depression sets in when you sit at home every single day... dreading getting up, sitting up, and throwing up. some days, it hurt to blink, or even to yawn... talking on the phone hurt and holding a phone to text hurt... Going to church wasn't an option more often than not so I watched from my bed quite often... which sucks now because we have all smart TV's and I could've watched it from the couch too... quite frankly, I'm not who I was... and though people continue to tell me things will go back to normal and I won't remember this I sincerely doubt it. I was a very independent woman pre-pregnancy. I served my husband and our family from when my feet hit the ground to when they entered the bed. I cooked or prepared 3 meals for my husband every day, maintained laundry, and tidiness of my house, "I calle...