I am sitting up late due to kids keep making noises that are waking me up but I have a question for all of you my friends.
Why is it that I could handle childbirth with 2 kids, 7 weeks of labor with one of them, flying to the other side of the world for our 3rd child (I'm terrified of flying).
I have had broken bones in my life.
I have handled many, many things.
For some reason though I cannot handle a broken toenail that I got on Christmas morning. I am not kidding you. I caught my nail on our wood floor while opening gifts and I won't go into details but I almost passed out. Chris has been taking care of it for me and again tonight when he went to change the bandaid I almost got sick and passed out and had to lay down.
IS THAT NOT CRAZY?