The party was fun. Malik got lots of stuff. He had a real good time. The weather was GREAT! I even felt good.
Then Sunday hit. I didn't want to move all day.
However, Monday morning was scary!
I was getting ready for work. I always turn on the shower, and then brush my teeth to wait for the shower to warm up. While I was brushing my teeth, I started to feel funny. I took my shower, but something told me to take a quick shower. So, I did. I was going to get out of the shower, and I thought I might need some help. I was going to call my husband to help me. The next thing I remember, I was lying down in the shower. So I called my husband. He didn't hear me fall, but he had to hear something, because one muffled cry from behind the closed shower door would not have woke him up. He helped me up, then I had to spend a little bit of time with the porcelain god. Needless to say, I didn't go to work.
The doctor said not to worry. I probably need to eat more. Not easy when everything turns my stomach. Things like that happen a lot.
Today, I was able to take my shower. I got to work. I am trying to eat.
The first two pregnancies, I did not have one day of all of this drama. My mom did not have one day of drama for 5 pregnancies.
Needless to say, I got nearly no knitting done all weekend.