I woke up yesterday afternoon and watched my husband sleep. Gold light filtered in through the blinds and lit the room. I have been puking almost non-stop for the past few days. Even as I write this I feel another toilet session burning up into my throat. I hate puking, I hate not being able to eat anything, I hate making my baby go to work while I stay home. He must have had to stay late today, its already 8. On thursday we went to my nieces dance recital, in which I laughed so hard I almost peed, and prolly upset the other families. It was hilarious though, nothin like a bunch of little girls dancing in minnie mouse dresses to brighten your day. She had me do her makeup for this recital too, which made me feel special. I want to be the nice aunt. I didnt really have one, except for my moms cousin, whom we called aunt. I gotta puke.