Last Thursday night, I found myself puking for over an hour. It all of the sudden hit me and Matt and I were not expecting it at all. Matt was playing his usual College Football on Nintendo 64 and I was already in bed when it hit. Matt rushed into the bathroom, wanting to help but feeling helpless. He kept trying to love on me, hug me and kiss my head...but when you are puking those things are necessarily appreciated. He asked me what he could do to help and I said, "Get me a cold washcloth and then go play Nintendo until I'm done!" :) Poor guy!
*Additional information: NO I AM NOT PREGNANT! ;) I think it was the KFC I ate