I haven't been very sick during this whole pregnancy or thrown up even once... until last night. I am hoping it was a one time thing and not that I am the random person who gets morning sickness at the end of pregnancy instead of the beginning. I know I didn't drink enough water (or eat enough) yesterday. Then I ate pickles and that was a big mistake. Vinegar and salt in your stomach with nothing else is apparently a recipe for disaster.
The only good part of the 3 separate episodes of throwing up (too much info- sorry) was that I was reminded that I have the kindest and most caring husband. He took such good care of me and was right there by side, rubbing my back and holding my head up. So gross I know, but he wasn't bugged by it (or at least he acted like he wasn't).
I am so excited to have him as the father of our children. At Howard and Danee's wedding, Howard's niece (Addie I think) started crying when her parents had to go take pics with the couple. Brady picked her up and she just stuck her thumb in her mouth, cuddled up, and fell asleep. I am the luckiest.