Men are stronger than women in many ways - physically, emotionally, even sometimes mentally. But women in general have made fun of men for decades for their struggles in dealing with illness, be it a cold or an injury or whathaveyou. I've read & heard plenty of jokes about men having the sniffles and being incapacitated, whining and expecting special treatment when suffering a minor cold.
Let me just say that the situation I described is entirely reversed in our house.
James is brave. James is strong. James is stoic. He has the unspoken mentality that "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Since he works from his upstairs office, he works when he's sick - there isn't anyone to worry about infecting. He works on the cars when his knuckles are bashed & bleeding, because he doesn't want to stop & get a bandage - it's no big deal, after all. When we lived in Missouri, he once mowed our acre lot while he had the flu. He regretted that one after he threw up & was basically incapacitated for about 24 hours.
I am...not brave. Not strong. Definitely, most sincerely, not stoic. It's not that I cry & weep & wail when I'm sick or injured. But I DO take it easy, ship the Girlie off to Grandma's, take extra naps, and basically pamper myself.
That brings me, once again, to my (all-day) morning sickness. The kind of illness I am the LEAST stoic about is nauseousness. And so God, with his wisdom & sense of humor, has chosen to make me a very, very sick pregnant woman. The prescription antacid helps quite a bit, but there are days...stressful days, days when I'm tired, days when the wind blows from the west...that I am still nauseous. All day long. As in, if I move much at all, the dry heaves start.
When I was pregnant with Wendy, the nausea was worse but was actually easier to cope with - I wasn't working and I didn't have a 2 year old to care for! If moving make me sick, then fine, I'd stay in bed all day. This time around, I have to do a certain amount - I have to keep Girlie clean & fed & entertained, even though I can barely change her diaper some days.
This post doesn't really have a point, except that I always want sympathy when I don't feel good. So please, sympathize with me, and tell me I'll be feeling a lot better in just a few weeks - all I need to do is hang in there, trust God, ask for help when I need it, and remember why I'm doing this.
The reward we expect in May will be SO worth it all.