First let me say, I am not pregnant. I repeat. I am not pregnant. (Sorry Mom)
Friday morning I woke up with a case of nausea like nobody's business. It was horrible. I laid on the couch and was sad, so sad. Luckily, my sweet Mama came over around 11 and brought me a Phenergan. I had never taken one before and within 30 minutes I was out. I didn't wake up till 5 when I heard my cell phone ringing. And even then, I felt like I had just woken up from a coma. I just laid on the couch for about an hour trying to get the energy to get up and go to the bathroom. I was in the bed and out again at 8:30.
Saturday was good. No nausea. Jay and I had a good day and then went over to J2's house to hang-out. (J2 helped me with a project that I have been wanting to do forever - more on that later in the week.)
This morning I woke up and ate some breakfast before getting ready for Church. I never made it to the point of getting ready because of all the time I spent hugging.the.toilet. It's been a miserable day.
I would like to take this opportunity to blame two people from my work for the sickness I have indured over the weekend.
1. JG - I blame you for coming to work with your cooties and germs that made me throw-up.
2. DG - I blame you for not letting me go home Thursday and take a nap when I asked. (A reasonable thing to ask your boss, right?)
I think both of you should get me a prize to make up for it. I'm just sayin'.