Note to self!

Last night I discovered that tomato soup isn't the best thing for dinner for a pregnant woman. I don't know if it was the acid from the soup or maybe this baby just isn't a tomato soup kind of kid. I was feeling okay after dinner, I just thought I was really full or something, so I went upstairs to get into my jammies but unfortunately, the comfy clothes didn't seem to help because when I came downstairs I started gagging...But you know, sometimes when you're pregnant and you have to pee you feel a little sick, I thought, well maybe I just have to pee. Luckily, I was on my way into the bathroom with my stomach or the baby, I'm not sure which, decided to regurgitate my dinner.
I'm glad I made it in time and at first thought I was just going to cough up a little spit and then I'd be fine, but instead I projectile vomited all over the bathroom. I felt like the exorcist only in this pinkish tomato soup way. Needless to say, my bathroom hasn't been quite this spotless since we moved in. After I got sick I felt completely fine and went upstairs to brush my teeth but unfortunately, with pregnancy comes slight forgetfulness and I went upstairs without flushing the toilet...All I can say is "I'm so sorry, Jason!" It was quite the joke for the rest of the evening.
And although Jason offered to come in if I wanted his help, I kind of prefer throwing up in private. Poor little Seb decided to take it upon himself and make sure I was okay, but I think it scared him when he opened the door. Kids don't really understand what's going on when you're puking your brains out, so I kinda had to pushed him out of the bathroom. After that he followed me all over the house, to brush my teeth and everything, just to make sure I was alright. It was quite an evening. I was just bummed though, because I got sick quite a bit with Seb, but I was doing really well this pregnancy, until the beginning of the month when I got sick after a friend's birthday party. So at least this is only the second time...And hopefully the last too!