For most of yesterday I felt sick to my stomach. The kind of wish-I-could-throw-up-now-and-get-it-over-with sick. It brought to mind reminiscent thoughts about being pregnant with Annabelle and made me glad that I didn't have ten more weeks of this feeling.
Finally, at the end of the day I did actually throw up. While I was puking, Annabelle stood about two feet from me and cackled hysterically like it was hands down the funniest thing she had ever seen me do. When I was done, leaning on the sink shaking, sweating and spitting, she clapped and proceeded to walk around the house pantomiming me barfing over and over again.
