I was about four months pregnant, first time. I was standing around Laura's kitchen when her three year old son walked in and puked. She patted his back, wiped up, made some casual comment about no more olives tonight and had him settled down with a book before I could stop gagging. I thought there's no way, no way I'm going to be able to do this.

The little germs that were inhabiting my kids have now set up residence at my sister's house. In the last 24 hours, she has given 2 showers, changed 3 sets of sheets and 4 pajamas as part of 6 throw ups by 1 kid. This is a shout out to my sister.