Barfing on the Carpet

I seem to recall a time when I was about 8 or 10 that I got really sick and barfed in my bedroom. I think I managed to sit up and nailed the blanket, but the rest of it went onto the carpet. I remember feeling really awful because I knew my mom would have to clean it up. Ah...memories....I was forced to recall that moment this week, except this time, I had to clean up the puke.

On Sunday night, we were getting ready for bed and I took my pre-natal vitamins as I normally do. Except this time, I was greeted with more of a gag reflex. WARNING...this gets a little graphic...Vomit began spewing out quite uncontrollably and went all over our bedspread. I went running for the toilet in our bathroom...but I am sad to say, I completely missed the toilet. Thank goodness the cabinet above the toilet was closed, otherwise all of our toiletries would have been clothed in my mess.

Anyway, puke went everywhere. It was 11pm, and I was already exhausted. Now I got to clean up my puke. I tried to reason with Mike that cleaning up my puke was part of the deal when we made our vows. He just grinned and said, "just make sure you don't miss anything."

I did a pretty good job....but I am thankful the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow.

I tried to have a good attitude while I was cleaning and decided that it was all preparation for the dirty diapers, puke, and other creations my little one will be bestowing on me at some point.....It was still gross though.