I'm quoting you guys just so you can all keep up.
I need a ******** drink - only I won't be able to keep from puking it up if I have ********, I'm so stressed about this whole thing I haven't been able to keep down more than 1/4 cup of water or other liquid in one shot. Nick warmed up some chicken noodle soup to try and get me to eat something. So far, I've had half of it, a little at a time.
Since Grandpa let Nick know
he knows about
us, Nick told him pretty much everything (including that I'm on birth control, and I'm not sure how to interpret the old fart's reaction to that one).
Grandpa said that since a) nobody's forcing anyone to do anything they don't want to do, b) we're old enough to know what we're doing, and c) we have it hard enough as it is, he's not saying anything.
I don't quite believe him, but it seems he'd already heard us last week and didn't mention it.