Here he is sleeping on the couch when we got home. Poor things got a fever, too. He's such a cute sickie. I hope he feels better soon and I hope no one who was sitting around us gets it. SORRY! I had no idea.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Does it get any more glamorous than this?
Grace, dignity, and class are seeping out of me like crazy. I am too bloated in this heat to wear my wedding ring for the next 2 months of pregnancy, I put on PJ bottoms at 6:00 p.m. because I can't stand the tight waist of maternity shorts around my big belly, my suntan is blotchy, I waddle because of my aching sciatics, my eyes are puffy from my continual need to well up in tears at any given moment, I can't reach my feet to take care of them, and the kicker...I got puked on in sacrament meeting by Quinn. Had he done it 10 minutes earlier, we would have been home instead of in front of 200 pair of eyes. Bill had a work emergency and wasn't there to rescue me. It was like a volcano of orange juice and pancakes. Quinn was quite quiet about it, but Parker was making comments like "ewwww gross" the whole time. And baby wipes don't clean up throw up very well. Thanks to Karen, Katie, and Holly who came to my rescue. Bill did make it back to church on time to really disinfect the bench, lest you are in my ward and don't want to sit in the "pukie bench". Honestly.....could I be any more glamorous right now?