As I get ready to start the last day of what was the longest week ever, I thought I should tell you about last night...
Meg didn't get home until 8:20 last night (which is pretty typical for Thursdays). On the phone, she asked me if I could make her a PB & J sandwich because she forgot to take her prenatal and felt hungry.
So, here we are, we're standing in the kitchen. She takes a bite of her sandwich; swallows it. She then takes a sip of caffeine free coke (helps her swallow the pills) and downs her first prenatal. She goes to swallow the second and spits up in the sink. I told her to go sit down and eat the rest of her sandwich and relax before trying again.
She insisted that she was going to throw up, but I told her to just breathe. She seemed to calm down as we went upstairs. We were upstairs for less than 3 minutes when all of the sudden she ran to the sink and threw up (GROSS!)
What made it worse though, was she started dry heaving. I felt so bad.
I went out to the store to get Flinstone vitamins because our friend had recommended them for Meg's really bad days. I'm confident that my mom thinks I'm crazy. She told me that Meg would be okay to skip tonight, provided that she takes them tomorrow.
Add that to my list of returns!!!