I don't throw up. I just don't. I can count on one hand the times in my life I've actually barfed. Even when I was pregnant my "morning sickness" was limited to waves of queasiness and wishing I would just throw up and get it over with, but I never did actually toss the cookies.

So I figure that this stomach bug that I've picked up must be a fairly nasty one because it actually made me barf. Bleh.

The kid apparently has a touch of it too, which I did not realize until she spewed all over me. She also threw up in her crib last night which I did not realize until this morning. Oh jeeez. Bad thing is that I heard her coughing and crying a bit at 1:30 and so I went into her room and pulled her from the corner of the crib to the center and patted her back a bit and she went right back to sleep. I never turn the lights on when I do this routine, so did not see the puddle of spew that she'd left in the corner. Jeeez. Bad mommy! At least I did relocate her away from the vomit.

So needless to say I felt like death today, which was bizarre timing because Anna had her appointment with the ENT today and I'd already decided to take the day off. Jack met me down at the doctor's office, which was good because I was barely hanging on. And her appointment lasted maybe a whole five minutes. The doctor began trying to convince me that she needed tubes and I interrupted and said I was totally on board with the whole tube thing and how soon could we get them? So, for her birthday, Anna will have her tube surgery!

I managed to eat two pieces of toast and feel a bit better. This is a helluva way to lose weight.