It has been a week since Ava agreed to marry me, and during this past week, so much has happened. Ava moved in with me, and she even picked out a room for the baby. She went to a local bridal shop with my mom, picked out her dress, and picked out the tuxes for us to rent.
Invites have been mailed out, bridesmaids ordered their dresses, and vendors have been picked. She has been busy, but she has been very sick.
Every morning she has to eat crackers before getting out of bed and then move very slowly out of bed. If she moves too fast, she throws up everywhere. I noticed she can't stand the smell of raw or when meat is cooking. Thankfully my parents have agreed to let me cook over there, or mom cooks for us. I bring the food, or they drop it off.
Mom gave her ginger candies to suck on,
