First time for everything
Last night around 9 p.m. I started feeling not so good. After chillin' on the can for a while it became clear that I was in for a very long and painful night. I was glued to the toilet and hovered over a big white bowl for about an hour during each of six episodes. Finally around 4:30 a.m. the puking stopped and I was able to return to bed for a solid chunk of sleep. I am so grateful I have never puked during my pregnancies until now. I don't know how women live with constant "morning" sickness?! Not only did I get dehydrated to high heaven I started having contractions too. Luckily they have subsided and I am now able to walk around rather than shuffle and both eat and drink. The irony of the whole situation happened this morning around 9 a.m.. Church started (rendering me friendless for 3 hours in case of an emergency), Jack woke up and Michael's pager went off. That left me and Jack to fend for ourselves all afternoon while Michael went to the hospital pointlessly. (Don't even get me started on that situation) Let's just say Barney saved my life today. Sad and it makes me feel like a terrible mom but true. Here's to a better tomorrow and hopefully an even better Tuesday because we are supposed to fly to Texas to visit my parents. Keep your fingers crossed peeps.