and we have now reached the end of my sanity.

Last night was a doozy. The rest of the weekend was lots of fun. But last night was where my brain lost it's will to survive. I'll back up a bit for clarity's sake.

We spent the weekend in Claremore for Brian's missionary farewell. He leaves tomorrow for the MTC , then its off to New Zealand!! We are so excited for him and so blessed to have the experience of having a missionary in the family!

Yesterday was his farewell talk and open house, and the day started off pretty normal. Portia had been running a fever a bit the day before, but yesterday morning, she ate breakfast and acted fine as we got ready for church. It was at church that all the magic happened.

As sacrament meeting started, Portia sat very quietly and still. Usually she doesn't really sit quietly and still. I thought "Maybe it's because church is at a different time than normal and she's in a different place. I'm not going to complain." A few minutes later, Brian began his talk (and did wonderfully) and Portia wanted nothing more than to sit on my lap and snug. She really doesn't do that, especially not in church. She tried to fall asleep several times, and when her baby sister started kicking her from the inside, I handed Portia to Brandon. She snugged daddy for the rest of Sacrament meeting, and we realized that we were probably going to have to leave church early. She obviously wasn't feeling well.

As the closing prayer ended, Brandon stood up, still holding Portia in his arms. Then she threw up. All over Brandon. ALL OVER HIM. It was really bad. He ran out of the chapel and to a bathroom, cleaned her and himself up as much as possible, and we left.

The rest of the day, Brandon and I took turns taking care of Throw-up McGee and helping to get ready for the open house. It was then that I started to feel some teeny tiny contractions. I am now 37 weeks along, and dropped a few days ago, so naturally I thought that this was the very beginnings of labor. I was a little excited; maybe I was finally finished with being pregnant! But at the same time, I was a bit nervous because we were a 2 hour car ride away from my doctor and hospital. My stress level was a-climbing.

The open house was a lot of fun, and had a great turnout. There are a ton of people who love Brian! The house was packed, and I spent most of my time outside on the back porch, in varying levels of discomfort. Portia started to act like she was feeling better, and ate a bit of fruit. The worst was behind us, or so we thought.

We hung out for a few more hours, and it was time to head home. As we loaded up the car, Portia fell asleep and I mentally prepared myself for possibly delivering my own child while driving down the highway. We drove for about 20 minutes and were about to leave Tulsa, when Portia threw up yet again. It was worse than during church. Brandon hurried and pulled over at a gas station, and we spent the next hour trying to clean the carseat and child with just baby wipes and paper towels. We got everything as clean as possible, and started on the road again, and I lost it. I started bawling.

I was so tired and stressed, and I couldn't believe this was happening to me. How on earth was I going to take care of a sick baby while giving birth to another one on the side of the highway?!? I cried for quite a while and Brandon told me everything would be fine. I started to calm down; he was right. Portia would feel better after a good night's rest, we had plenty of time to get home before I started really laboring.

My almost-contractions had started to slow down, and I was finally starting to relax when the highway patrolman pulled us over. I lost it again. He pulled us over because one of our headlights doesn't shine right and sometimes looks like it's out. The poor guy walked up the the car and took one look at me and probably wanted to quit his job. I was bawling again, mascara flowing, not even trying to be discreet. He immediately let us off with a warning and sprinted back to his car. Brandon calmed me down again, and back on the road we went. We finally got home, bathed Portia and ourselves (we smelled pretty bad), and went to bed.

We fell asleep before our heads hit the pillow, it was quite the adventure.

And to top it all off, I never really went into labor.

i used to really love food.

Not anymore.

Brandon makes really good Mexican food, which i used to be able to seriously put away. Nope. Don't even come near me with that.

Ice cream is a terrible, terrible invention.

My friend, Kindle, and I used to be Gyros buddies. Sadly, I am now only the toilet bowl's buddy.

Today at work, I ordered a sandwich to hopefully calm my tummy. It didn't work (typing the word "sandwich" just now made me gag a little).

Pizza is disgusting. Who even thought of that anyway? "I'm going to take a bunch of cheese and veggies and some cheap meat and slap it on a slice of bread!" Moron.

I can eat fruit.

I kinda want some watermelon right about now.

a day in the life

This morning, Portia let me sleep in. She played in her crib by herself for a while, letting me snooze in bed for a few extra minutes.

She ran errands with me most of the morning with minimal complaints.

She didn't take a nap.

We played "blanket fort" for a while and watched Thomas together.

Right before I had to leave for work, she threw up pepperoni down my arm.

When I got home from work, she insisted upon wearing a pair of shorts on her head for 20 minutes.

She helped me fold laundry (aka she unfolded as I folded.)

She found one of my color brushes and as she pretended to paint my hair with it, she sang a little song.

She fell asleep snugging her mama and snoring.

Pretty much my perfect day!

lice+barf=a normal day at hair school

Hair school was fun today.

A huge family came in to get their hair cut. Soon after they arrived, the mom started nursing her baby right out in the open. No blanket, nothing. There are kids in here, lady!

We then realized that 2 of the little girls had lice, so we started to send them away, when one of those girls yakked all over the floor. Joy.

They left, we sanitized, the end.

worst day ever

Well, maybe not ever, but pretty bad.

Yesterday was Brandon's first day of finals, and he had a killer hard test at about 7:30 pm. He had planned to get up and head to the libray, spend all day reviewing, take his test, and come home. But apparently life had other plans. (Warning: If you don't want to read about gross things, stop here.)

At 3 am the night before, I started puking. And I ran to the toilet to throw up about once every 2 hours the rest of the night and well into the morning. The bad kind too. Like shaking and crying and sweating (Daisy, like morning sickness. I know we've had this conversation before). It was horrific. Shortly after he woke up, Brandon started feeling queasy too, and was soon hugging the other porcelain throne.

Oh, it gets worse.

Then the tornadoes started. A really bad one touched down less than a mile from our apartment, so we spent a little while hiding out in the closet. (mind you, at this point, Brandon only had 2 hours till his test.) The storms passed us finally, and Brandon headed to the school, only to have to get up and run to the bathroom halfway through, you guessed it, to upchuck.

He got home, and our wonderful friend, Dave, came over to give us blessings. That really helped! Today, we are much better, almost back to 100%! And Portia still shows no signs of sickness, so all is well now!