He works at a bar really late. He got home around 3am ish. I woke up and we were talking for a while. Then he said he was going to sleep so he rolled over. Then he says "my stomach is starting to not feel well" I said "you mean like you're getting sick?" he said yes. I said "like you're going to v*?" he said very sternly I DON'T KNOW! Then he immediately said "I'm sorry. I know how you feel about p*ing. We'll find out in a few hours I guess" and now he's snoring in my ear!!! Omg!! If only I could be that casual! I said "thanks now I'm going to be up all night! Awesome!" Cause now I'm worried he'll get s* in the middle of the night and try to get up and not make it to the bathroom etc etc etc. Ughhhhh this sucks.
Only good thing is that I'm hungry. That's always my "safety net". I know if I'm hungry I'm not s*.
We're supposed to go to NYC on Wednesday and now I'm going to be paranoid that he'll be s* and give it to me and we'll have to cancel yet another trip because of my stupid fear.