I woke up at 3:00 am on Thursday morning, sat up in bed, and realized that something didn’t feel right.
Needless to say, I spent the next five hours laying on the bathroom floor.
Thankfully, my sweet, sweet husband, knowing how much I HATE throwing up, woke up from his slumber and joined me in the bathroom.
I know none of you want to hear the details of me being sick. It just makes me feel better to have your sympathy :)