I spent the majority of the night either puking in the bathroom, repeatedly and violently or shaking/desperately trying to get to sleep. Graham was lucky enough to sleep through the entire thing, unsure what state I would be in, once he awoke in the morning. When he went to bed, I was feeling like junk and he was hoping I'd recover by getting some sleep in the other room. Boy was he WRONG.
I have NEVER been that sick in my life. Everytime I drank, it was out...eating was out of the question. Getting the flu sucks, but getting the flu while pregnant, I don't wish it on ANYONE.
By the time 5am hit, I was in such a state, I just made it to the bathroom...to have to have a shower, as I was a hot mess. I don't remember much after that, other than getting out to be sick again. Graham came into the bathroom at 6am, wondering what in the world I was doing sleeping on the bathroom floor, beside the toilet. Attractive. It was the only sleep I got that night. The rest of the day continued to be a disaster, but at least I had nothing left in me to be sick all day.
Man, the bathroom floor feels good when you're sick, tired and sweating like crazy!
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I hope that's not a picture of you on the bathroom floor! Feel better soon Lee-Anne :)
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