I spent last night puking my guts out (and no, I am not pregnant!). I had just finished arguing with my husband (I pointed out the pepper shaker looked really stupid on the wall - see next post down -, and he proceeded to list everything he hates about me - ah, marriage), went to bed, and just felt ... eh. I tried every remedy I could think of, and finally decided (after two and a half hours of tossing and turning) that I'd go sleep in the guest bedroom and let HDH get some sleep.

Well, he definitely got some sleep. I got to know the toilet down the hall VERY well.

I didn't really eat anything after lunch. I didn't puke 'til midnight. Who knows.

And the Baby got up at 6 a.m. Just a smidgen too early for yours truly, so I coaxed him back to bed with a bottle (breakin' the rules, breakin' the rules) and am about to head back to bed myself.

I haven't puked like that (minus the alcohol-induced one a few years ago) in quite some time. I don't know how people with bulemia pull this off.

I'm off to bed now ...

Fyrchick: Thinking 'bout you today!! Hang in there, girl.