Mark's night terrors....

I could write posts here everyday that I am sick. I am nauseous. I am puking. I am dry heaving. It would literally be the same post every single day. With my prior pregnancy, I was nauseous and tired but never to the extreme that this pregnancy is kicking my butt. I must have a lower tolerance for illness than I thought. I don't know that I could go through this again. Everyone tells you that you forget about being sick and forget about labor but I can't imagine how. Maybe you just gloss it over. Anyway, I told Mark that he will need to get clipped when these two babies are born. I didn't think it would be a big deal. He flipped out. It was so bad that he woke me up in the middle of the night (thru my ear plugs) screaming. He started screaming "urologist" and "strapping me to the table". I told him I wouldn't pick on him much more about it until 2009. I didn't realize how much he cherished the family jewels.