Please to notice the time difference between this post and my last. Less than two hours. I just finished throwing up. The bad kind (yes there are degrees of it), in a nutshell, i threw up so hard that some coleslaw from lunch came out of my nose.
Obviously my baby can read my thoughts and thus can "hear" me thinking of what to type. I think that the happiness and gloating in the last post over not throwing up for a week was viewed as some sort of "challenge" to the baby or threat against it's evil cunning.
Well hear this baby..."I give up, you win. Check and mate."
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