Drama!

So, I have been saying all along that I have been pretty lucky this pregnancy. I have had nausea, yes, but I am not barfing every single morning and then some, like I did with Alex. Still, when I do get sick, it is, shall we say, a bit more dramatic than it ever was with Alex.

Like yesterday, for example. I was driving home from work and feeling a little funny most of the way. Just as I hit the 10 mile stretch of nowhere-to-stop, I feel really nauseous. I try to grab the barf bag I keep handy, and instead my hand lands on a bag full of Tucker’s dry dog food still in the car from some recent travels. I open it, and the smell of dog food puts me over the edge. But I don’t quite realize I am over the edge, and I try to just get the dog food away (Part of me saying, don’t waste it! And part of me hoping that just getting rid of the smell will bring me back from the edge). No dice. I spectacularly barf all over myself, the gear shift, the parking brake, and the rest of the center console. Peee yew!

I won’t disgust you with the gory details of the aftermath of that little mess, except to say that Mike was a trooper and the car got a good detailing at the car wash today. But hey, at least Alex enjoyed the car wash!