...I'm going to see my MIL tomorrow then, despite how cruddy I'm still feeling. Apparently we're being picked up at 10am too and I bet we'll be there until late afternoon too, which will make me feel even worse, but as long as Steve gets what he wants then that's OK, right?
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Apparently I feel fine this time and that I'm worrying about nothing because "it's not like she'll be making you cut down trees or anything!" so apparently my hubby/carer knows how my body feels better than I do now.
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