I woke up around 1:30 this morning with a gurgling stomach and it was one of those times when I just knew my dinner and subsequent movie popcorn was not going to stay put. It was pretty bad in that I had to sit on the toilet and lean my head over the tub, and the smell in our bathroom was awful, which made our bedroom stink too. H was still up and had no idea what was going on.
I wandered into the room he was in to tell him I wasn't feeling well around 2:15. He got me settled back in bed with my puppy and then went to the store and got me 7-Up (and some Febreeze for the bathroom). Then he slept on the couch so I could have the bed to myself.
And that, ladies, is how you know a man loves you. :-P