I got up early today and enjoyed making Talia pancakes – as is our normal weekend tradition.  I fed her, got her cleaned and started to pour myself a cup of coffee while she  played in the living room. I took my first sip of coffee, when BAM. The nausea hit.  I ran to the kitchen and…well. You don’t need details.  This lasted all day.  I dragged myself to bed and slept until 9am the next day when I had to leave for a business trip.  My gift today was to myself.  The gift of getting well.  I could have said the gift was pancakes to Talia, but I was selfish all day.  Begging the vomit Gods to be mericful – they weren’t.  Losers.

I wouldn’t wish nausea on my worst enemy. Phew.