Saturday night, after an evening out with friends, David needed some pancakes to soak up his beer. We stopped at the Texan for ‘breakfast’ and it was yummy… and short lived. We didn’t even make it half-way home when I was spending some quality time in the rain by the side of the road. Lovely visual, eh?
Last night, after eating a late dinner, I ended up sick again. Poor Ben has the sad luck of having the bedroom right across the hall from the bathroom. I could hear him calling for me while David was pacing the hallway trying to make sure I was okay… ummm… no, no I wasn’t. LOL
After scrubbing my teeth, I went into Ben’s room to explain morning sickness to him, only to have him reply, “but it’s not morning” which launched into another discussion about how silly of a name it is. He went to sleep satisfied that I was perfectly fine. And I was. Once the food is forcibly evacuated, I feel perfectly normal… which is a good thing, I guess
And so begins the period of arbitrary food evacuation.
(peanut butter cookies seem to be staying down just fine, though! LOL Made Grandma Malley’s recipe tonight, but I altered it by adding splenda in place of half the sugar… not grandma’s cookies… but close.)
