Laying in bed Monday night, watching The Bachelor, I started to feel not so great. My back hurt, I was cold/hot, and I just couldn't get comfortable. As the night progressed, so did my symptoms.
In a nutshell: around 4 AM I woke up with a dry mouth, stopped at the bathroom on the way back to make my stomach feel better and was back in bed for less than 30 seconds before I had to run to the other bathroom where I proceeded to projectile vomit. As I told my mom, I haven't thrown up sober since probably elementary school days. #truth
Called the doctor the next morning (after waking up every hour) and she said exactly what I figured -- I had the bug that was going around that lasted 24-36 hours. As long as I was keeping fluids down (to avoid contractions) I wouldn't have to go see my OBGYN. I did end up calling her at night, though, because I was feeling more back pain and an uncomfortable feeling on my chest. I think it was just a gas pocket but hey, better to be safe then sorry.
Mom got me two amazing treats at the store -- italian ice and People magazine.
My beautiful husband had these delivered after I woke up from one of my naps. The card was the cutest part -- "Miss you, love you, wish I was home." Despite being across the coast, he still finds a small way to make me feel better.
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