Intolerant.

Thank heavens I'm not referring to my sweet husband. He is quite tolerant.
What isn't, is my body.
Oh kids I hope I don't pass this on to you.
My whole life I have had two true loves. Your father... And ice cream.
However this weekend, as my hormones were giving me grief... I started realizing there was a pattern to my discomfort. It was strictly correlated with dairy.
Now I haven't confirmed this yet, but I plan to go without for a few days to make my final decision.
Funny story.
Today I didn't have any dairy all day. Then my loving husband, your sweet father, made me a milkshake. Since then I have felt like I should throw up because something isn't digesting right.
After your dad's friend left tonight, he came to lie down next to me. I began telling him how sad I was because I love milk and ice cream. Unfortunately, my hormones are RAGING. It turned into a full blown cry session and anxiety attack. We were laughing so hard but I also couldn't breathe because I was crying so hard.
"Katelin stop crying!!"
"I ca-a-an't!!! *gasp*"
"What's the matter?!"
"I *sniff* want to eat ice cream on the cruuuuuuise!!" *gasp for air*"

Good times.
Well ice cream, goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend.

Hypochondriac

Oh children. This is about to be a serious TMI moment. 

There's a little pill I have to take to make sure you don't come yet. It's been giving me some real issues and making my body really upset at me sometimes. 

I get random headaches, random nausea attacks, and random cramps. Oh, and also it makes me really mad for no apparent reason. 

Your father is sure that I'm a hypochondriac. That's a big word, kids. It means I'm a crazy person who thinks I'm sick all the time. But, the good news is. He stays by my side through it all. He is always offering to help and canceling plans to be with me. (even if I tell him not to) 

The point is... I married a very patient man. I love him very much.