Tonight Hunter started throwing up again. He had barely eaten in the last two days and had just not been himself. We had to throw him in bed with us on a towel because he has been dry heaving all night.
It is now 5am, and I am also throwing up. I would much rather report that the mild contractions I was having most of Saturday had intensified, but nope. I am spending quality time with a bowl and the toilet.
Matt and Hunter are still in bed, but Hunter is waking up quite often to either heave or panic because he cannot find his fleecy or stuffed puppy. Once that is over he falls asleep for another half hour or so.
At this point I am ready to bawl my eyes out. I am so sick of living in a city. I miss my house, my own bed, and my own toilet to yak in.