I'm dying. I just thought I'd let you guys know.
Bee woke up at 12am on Friday night, barfing his brains out....like every 30 minutes. I felt sooo bad for him. I've never had to deal with a puking kid before. What an adventure!
Then Chris and I went to bed around 11pm last night. He woke up at 1am, barfing. I hate to say it but I wasn't much help with him. I am a sympathic vomitter. (When I hear or smell vomit, I puke too!) I don't know why I didn't with Connor. i think I just go into Mom-mode. Well anyway last night was not fun.
Then tonight I find out that Chris shared with me!! Jerk. I haven't barfed since I was prego with Bee. I would have hoped I could have kept it that way until I was pregnant again. NOPE!! My lovely, thoughtful huband thought I needed to be taking down with him.
So what if I have three quilts to make in the next 17 days. I have like thirty packages to send. Cookies and caramels to deliver.
But instead I'm dying here on the couch.
We are having internet problems on top of it all so I'm not sure the next time I will post.
I will be thinking of you, all of you! Be safe and well!
From the world between death and life,
For your viewing pleasure. See you soon!