just a little buggy bug

I'm going to make all my blog titles seem as though I've gone into labor and popped out the kid really fast with out any updates, just to keep everyone on their toes. [Just for you Court Helman. WOLF!!]

Thank you to all my dear friends who encouraged me yesterday that all the vomiting & diarrhea was my body preparing itself for labor. Although that is a very true sign that labor is on it's way, I woke up this morning feeling much better. As the afternoon progressed I was able to say that I was actually feeling pretty good. Still having contractions but no longer feeling like a royal piece of crap.

Right after my declaration of health, Andy looked over and said, I think I'm gonna barf. He then continued to get sick the rest of the day and he is currently sipping Gatorade while curled up in the fetal position on the couch next to me. Say a prayer for the poor lad if you can. Tomorrow he has his first state exam for his paramedic class. It's not just a scantron either, it's his practical exam...so he'll be asked questions and have to physically perform a paramedic's duties in front of numerous instructors. I'm pretty sure he's got it in the bag, I just hope he can hold down some breakfast.

Whelp, that's all I got. Still having braxton hick contractions every so often. Some are weak, some make me bend over to catch my breath. Over all, it's just my bodies way of faking me out. I'm pretty sure I've got some time...maybe even a few more weeks. OR MAYBE NOT. Ya'll come back now, ya hear?