1732 No Pride Left Over Here…

Saucy Scale: 6

It’s been a long and busy week. 

I survived my fundraising meeting Tuesday night.  I wasn’t feeling 100% non-barfy and for some reason I was more than a little nervous about speaking with the committee for the first time.  I’m glad it’s over.  The meetings can only get better.

Last night was Orientation Night with the other moms from Gusser’s nursery school class.  Afterwards, a group of us went out for a Mom’s Night Out.  Of course, 3 of us are knocked up & had nothing else to talk about than the disgusting things that occur when pregnant.  Bo-Ring.  No wonder the other moms were ordering multiple alcoholic beverages!  (just kidding.)

This week has been another humdinger of a barf fest for me. 

I’ve learned that the whole nasty episode will be over much quicker if you just roll with it and try not to fight it.  If you fight it, you’ll lose, anyway. 

On Wednesday morning I thought I had reached my all-time barfing low.  While in the middle of retching my (still empty) guts out, I found myself simultaneously peeing my own pants.  Yes, you read that right.  Barfing and peeing myself.  Talk about a bad start to the day!

Yes, you would think that would be my all-time low.  No such luck.  This evening…lower.  WAAAAAAAY lower.

I was already feeling nauseous, but I knew that poor Mattson needed his diaper changed.  It would’ve been cruel to make him sit and stew in his filth for the hour – waiting for my tummy to settle or my hubby to get home from work.  I had the forethought to bring my favorite green sand/barf bucket with me to the changing table.  I only got about halfway thru the nasty diaper change when my stomach cut loose.  I had one hand on Mattson (to keep the naked baby from jumping off the table) and my head aimed into my bucket.  Only to find my darling Gus climbing upstairs requesting I open the wrapper on a string cheese for him.  Just more than I could deal with.  I’m crying and begging him to "give mommy a minute, pleeeease".  He watched me defile his green bucket a few minutes and was horrified, "what are you doing?".  

NOW, I’ve officially reached my personal low. 

I’ll tell you what, all this barfing has renewed my respect for all the time my poor mommy spent with her head in one of those hospital issued barf receptacles.  I know I didn’t give her sufficient props when she was sick all those years.

That is all.  I need some sleep.