Our baby shower was went smoothly and I think all had fun! We are so blessed to have had so many friends and family join us to celebrate this new baby that isn't even here yet. He is going to be one spoiled little boy! The weather was almost too warm. I was hoping for decent weather, but it ended up being like 80+ degrees out and most of us were too hot (a lot of guests dressed to be outside, not expecting it to be 80+ outside...) what's up with this December weather? Anyway... besides it being on the warm side... it was a great time. We played the obligatory shower games (I actually think they are fun) and we ate a simple lunch and dessert included yummy cupcakes made by
Jean. Jean also made the favors (I helped a little), which were "cupcake" pincushions. So cute! The other part of the favor was a little bucket filled with blue, white and black m&
m's which also had a little monkey magnet attached. I just love party favors. I love giving them and I love getting them... I hope our guests enjoyed these party favors.
Tony was there and I made him open the presents. Anyone else hate opening presents in front of a crowd of people as much as I do? Yikes! I hate it. I mean, I appreciate
everyone's generosity and all... but I so hate having to open them in front of people. I totally get the giver wanting to see the getter's reaction... b/c I am always the one saying "
c'mon, open it" when I give someone a gift... I don't know why I am like this. Thank goodness
Tony was there to take that pressure off of me. I think he secretly enjoyed it. Overall... an A+ event.
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OK... so here is where life gets really interesting. Why must I ALWAYS have a story? OK... so as the party was wrapping up and the guests are parading out of my backyard, a really good friend shows up for the celebration (she warned me that she was going to be late, so it's ok). She stopped by at like 2:30. So, Jean, my mom, and I take a break from cleaning and chat it up with my friend. What do I do? I grab another bite of sandwich... that has been sitting out since 12.... in the sun... I don't know WHAT IN THE HELL I was thinking... hello? I work at probably the safest fast food chain on the planet and KNOW BETTER THAN THIS. Anyway... as stated above, it was a warm day... the sun got to my head, ok? As you will find out, it got to my sandwich as well.
So we visit with my friend and she heads out. We finish cleaning up and I say good-bye to Jean and we (Tones, my mom and I) go inside to take a load off. I, being the pregnant one, desperately need a nap. I go take a nap (not really, just rest). Soon it's 5:00 or so. The three of us decide to go to a favorite restaurant of mine for dinner. I was hungry and I wanted a STEAK! So we get there and I start feeling nauseous. We order, I'm still nauseous. The food comes and I am SUPER nauseous... even went to the restroom once just b/c I thought I was going to toss my cookies. I was also getting shooting pains in my back and just couldn't get comfortable. So far I think nothing of it all and just think that I have over done it for the day. Ya know, just another day of pregnancy. So, I end up taking about 3 bites of my steak and couldn't eat any more. I had it wrapped to go and when everyone else was done with dinner we left.
We were only about 5 miles from home in the first place, so it wasn't going to take us long to get home. But wouldn't you know it... as soon as we pull into my neighborhood all I could say was "I'm gonna lose it" and that was all the warning they had. Without an ounce of control I explode right there in the car (sorry Tony, but I'm glad it was your car and not mine...). When I say explode, I mean EXPLODE. Don't make me say it... go ahead and use your imagination. Tony stops the car and I continue vomiting on the curb. When I think I have finished... all I could say is "what do I do now?" and Tony just says "get in the car!" I was a flippin' mess! I half sat on the seat and half held myself up on my arms (for obvious reasons) for the 2 minute drive to the house. I immediately ran in and jumped into the shower.... UGH!!!! I guess I'd better get used to this sort of mess... but hopefully not due to myself.
I called L&D and told the advice nurse what was going on and she instructed me on what to do and what to look for and assured me that the baby is "just hanging out in there" and won't be affected my my (self inflicted) FOOD POISONING unless such and such occurs.
The next 12 hours proved to be the worst of my life. I had to puke about every 45 minutes for the next 7 hours, then it slowed down to every 1.5 hours for the remaining 5 hours. Each time I had to rush to the bathroom b/c it wasn't just coming out of my mouth if you know what I mean. I felt bad, but felt really bad for the little man... my gosh... he probably thought there was a war going on around him, and he wasn't far from the truth! OMG! I didn't sleep a wink. I was too afraid that I would lose it in bed. Needless to say Sunday was not very fun either. I finally stopped puking by sunrise but nothing else went away quite yet. I sipped water and gatorade, but could not hold anything else in. Then the fever set in. Again, I called L&D (I'm sure they loooooove paranoid first time moms) to make sure I wasn't hurting the baby and again I was still in the clear. Finally I was able to tolerate more and more liquid, so that and some Tylenol brought the ol' fever down. Eventually I stopped being debilitatingly nauseous and was able to get a decent night's sleep. I called in today (duh) and am at about 60%. I actually moved around a bit and stuck to the BRAT diet (Banana, Rice, Applesauce, Toast), although got nauseous again and got tired really fast. I think I will live. Lesson learned. Chrissy tip- don't eat any food that has been sitting out. Period.
Tony put up our tree this year... all by his lonesome self. I seem to be a little slow on the up-take as far as Christmas spirit is concerned. It just doesn't seem like Christmas when it's freaking 80 degrees outside... if ya know what I mean! The tree is a bit smaller than the one we had least year... but it's still wonderful. He did a great job on it. I actually don't think we need anything bigger really, our house is so small, the tree last year took up a good portion of the living room. Hmmm... food for thought for next year!
