Things that should never happen to a woman who is 9 months pregnant:
1. Indecent exposure of any kind (I'm thinking the dress tucked into the undergarments is the worst)
2. Being forced to run, for any reason
3. Stomach flu
Guess which of these happened to me this weekend? Thankfully not all of them, that's for sure. But Hurricane Stomach Flu definitely swept through our house, and I spent all of Saturday in the bathroom in one way or another. I puked until I had broken blood vessels in my face AND stomach and felt like I had pulled all the muscles up both sides of my torso. Poor Milo threw up for the first (and second and third) time. Poor Nate had to take care of both of us and move his Mom into her new apartment. It's been one of those weekends that I wasn't quite sure any of us would survive, and I'm just starting to be able to hold down food again. Wow.
The good news is that the chair rail is actually up in Lucy's room, and Ann and my Mom spent hours yesterday painting all the trim white. Woo-hoo! Now I can get to work on all my little nesting and re-finishing projects, and hopefully Lucy can hold off on getting here until it's all ready to go. We're really pushing it to the last minute this time. Milo's room was ready for literally months before he even came!