last night, around 7, me and the mister both started feeling queasy. By 9, I was fully engaged in the battle and then threw up all night long... every hour or hour and a half. And I still feel rotten. REALLY rotten.
I'm a Texan living in Missouri, learning how to pray- a wife to a rocker, missionary and a worship leader (same guy). I am a Mac evangelist and food lover, survivor of multiple complicated (understatement) pregnancies and mommy to 4 amazing kids on earth and 2 amazing kids in heaven. I'm also an adoptive parent, a reader, and a domestic goddess who hates to clean.