So great, I puked. I don't know why, latent morning sickness? too many raw veggies? bad (3-week) headache? dunno.
I yelled for Kevin to come feel sorry for me. I got Keith.
"You sick Momma? Just spit like this." Then he rubbed my back for awhile. "You all done frowing up?"
Just get your dad. Next I got Patrick.
"What's the problem here?" he demanded with his hands on his hip, peering down the toilet.
Just. Go. Get. Dad.
Finally, I got Kevin, who put me to bed. After a rest and a 4-hour nap I rallied for a dinner of Thai food (my request) and a dessert of heartburn. Good times.
Happy belated Mother's Day.
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