Ugh.
Stomach is angry this am. I'm really starting to get concerned but kinda afraid to take a broody-test. (I'll find out for sure the old fashioned way Wednesday-Thursday anyway).
Hubs rented a tractor for the weekend. So I woke up, refused to get up for a bit then relented and released the cluckers and let the mutt out. Then when he wakes up he decides NOW is the time to get the tractor. I have to drive him to the place, he'll drive the tractor back from there (it's not too far) so he had me get breakfast burritos after dropping him off.
So I held off going so I could get some toast in me to hopefully settle the stomach. (Well. Still queasy so that didn't work as well as I hoped) and run out to grab him his burrito. (Again. Queasy. Not feeling it for me) he didn't tell me what kind of salsa he wanted in time so he's offended he got red salsa.
He doesn't know what I'm kinda afraid of. I don't know if he even suspects. He's very anti broody too.
I'm stressed. Just a bit.