As I’m typing this, Chris is sleeping soundly upstairs. Poor boy didn’t get much sleep last night, what with all the emergency room-ing and the holding my hand-ing and the holding my hair back while I vomited-ing. And on top of that, he feels sick too!

The flu bug has invaded our home.

We had a lovely dinner last night with the 2 Carlstons and 4 of the 5 Hullings. After dinner, I was feeling a little rough – I hadn’t had much of an appetite and come to find out, Chris had been feeling kind of queasy all day too.  We got home, got our jammies on, popped on the burned dvd of Lost from the night before and halfway through, I ran into the bathroom and let it rip. Ugh. Poor baby girl, she was probably like, “whoa whoa WHOA!!”

Chris called the mynurse hotline and asked what we should do – I am THIRTY EIGHT WEEKS ALONG after all! Throwing up majorly can’t be good for me, right? They suggested we head over to the emergency room.

After checking in to the front desk, and after being a LITTLE disconcerted that the girl behind the EMERGENCY ROOM desk, upon hearing that I was 38 weeks along says, “Soo…like…how many months is THAT?” (Granted, she may have not been a nurse, or even in the medical field – she could have just been a volunteer…but maybe she should just stick to cleaning out the ice machines as her volunteer work?)

Anyway.

We meet with the nurses and they chart baby girl’s heart beat/movement, etc. ask me questions. And APPARENTLY, I was having contractions! She would be watching the monitor and say, “Oh! Here comes a contraction! You feel that?”

Um. No?

Dang it!

So baby girl checked out fine…Chris and I, not so much. Chris was as pale as a ghost me in the winter, was having chills and nausea. Upon waiting for the nurse to return to sign discharge papers, I had to dash into the bathroom and throw up again.
We are so thankful we only live 4 blocks from Mary Greeley. We had a tossy-turny night and woke up feeling…eh…a LITTLE better. We’ve had toast. And water. And watched “The Blindside” which was awesome.

So now, as little Bubbs is hoping that mommy doesn’t throw up anymore, and Big Bubbs is catching up on his much-needed rest, I am trying to figure out how to exit a hammock gracefully. Because 20 minutes ago, that did NOT happen.