That first summer seemed incredibly busy. My brothers would take turns coming to help LV make hay. I had been looking forward to when haymaking would be over and things could slow down a little, but as soon as first crop was done second cutting was ready to be made which was immediately followed by third with our grain crops and straw baling tucked inbetween.
My garden was producing abundantly and my days were filled weeding the garden and canning vegetables and fruit. We had an orchard with lots of peach trees, as well as pears, plums and apples. They produced way more than we could possibly hope to be able to use so I would pick them and give them to my parents and some of the aunts and uncles.
Blueberries and blackberries were in their prime and I really needed to take care of them but I simply did not have the energy any longer. I was sick, more sick than I had known could be possible. To begin with I forced myself to continue with everything that needed to be done but each new day I felt worse until we both realized we needed help in order to get all our work done.
The last thing I wanted to do was have someone come live with us for a few weeks until I started feeling better, but there wasn't much choice. I was too weak to do anything, unable to keep any food down I was loosing a lot of weight and I really didn't have any to lose being skinny to begin with. (I preferred the word slender but skinny described my condition better.)
We asked one of LV's cousins to come help out for a while. She was happy to come and though we had been best friends I didn't really like having her working in my kitchen cooking food for my husband. I tried to keep on preparing meals but the very sight of food was too much for me.
Even with being as sick as I was, I was so happy at the thought that it was totally worth going through that misery when at the end LV and I would have a precious little bundle to love and care for.