17w6d

Today I blew my record of 3 weeks without throwing up out of the water. (Or rather into the water....) It was my own fault really, well actually... if we want to throw blame, I blame Jake. See at the fair yesterday the last thing I ate was some caramel apples at around 9:00. So this morning when I woke up at 8:00 all I wanted was cheetos.

I stumbled down the stairs, half conscious and pretty sure that every limb on my body was going to fall off, only to discover that last night after we got home from the fair the S.O.B. (and I mean that in the nicest way possible) had eaten ALL of my cheetos. Four other flavors of chips in the cabinet and he picks the ONE chip that I crave!!

So, in a fit of pouting and depression I whined to him about his horrible chip eating and then I drug myself back upstairs and into bed. The next time I emerged it was 1:00. At this point I figured it had been 16 or so hours since I had eaten anything and I should probably feed the munchkin.

So, I cooked a frozen pizza and collapsed onto the couch. I'm sure you can guess what happened next...

That's right, in my famished state I shoved down three pieces of pizza in MAYBE five minutes MAX and as I was taking one of the last bites I got that feeling. So... off I went. About 5 minutes later I was back on the couch, new pizza slice in hand taking teeny tiny bites. This time all was well and I managed to finish, and keep down, a couple of pieces.

So you see... if he had not eaten my cheetos I would have eaten at 8:00 and then I wouldn't have been sick. That's my story and I'm sticking too it!!

The rest of my day found me so warn out from all of the walking yesterday that I just lounged on the couch until about 5:00 and then did a couple of loads of laundry and was asleep by 9:00. Pretty ambitious huh?