Literally every Saturday it never fails I feel like crap, nauseous, growing pains, just yucky and sssoooo depressed. I had a dream and literally woke up and cried so hard Joseph bolted up and held me. And I feel horrible now and he called our friend amy to call me and check up on me while he is gone. He is such a big worry wart! Even calls me at work about my glucose. Sweet but he worries too much giving himself WHITE hair. Love him though.