Bubbers introduced us to “projectile vomiting” on Saturday.
That’s all I can say.
Then Charming and I decided to join in the fun.
The minute I walked in the house after church yesterday, the nausea swept over me.
“Holy smokes, I think I’m pregnant,” I said as I crashed on the couch.
Charming laughed, “No, you’re not. Just relax and I’ll get you some water.”
A couple hours later poor Charming thought he was pregnant, too.
It was all down hill after that.
Way down hill.
I can honestly say I don’t ever remember feeling so horrible before.
And that includes four exhausting days of painful contractions with no sleep followed by a C-section.
Cute Bubbers has been a real trouper, though, with two parents laying around like bumps on a log.
Thank goodness for priesthood blessings and how much I’ll appreciate my health after this is all over.
So… how was your weekend? :)