Tuesday, I had daycare for Talia all day, so after working, I got the boys off to school and then took her to daycare. I went back to sleep, and didn't sleep really well. I didn't get up til 1:15. I didn't feel good, but I often don't feel good when I don't sleep well. I thought I'd get a shower, and eat, and feel better. However, I didn't. I kept feeling worse and worse, like all my energy had been sapped away, and my stomach was queasy. I started throwing up about 5 minutes to 2. Plus, it was coming out liquid and explosive from the other end as well. Great. It was too late to call in sick. I prayed for strength to get through it so I could get to work, or for confirmation that I needed to do the worst possible thing to my co-workers, and call in sick really, really late (I start working at 3pm). As I couldn't get out of the bathroom for more than a minute at a time, and barely had the energy to get off the bathroom floor to go get the phone, I made a really, really tough decision. So to any of my friends who I was supposed to work with that night, I'm so, so sorry, but I would have been useless anyway. I threw up for about 3 hours, but as long as I laid in bed and didn't move, I was mostly ok. But if I got up at all, I got the shivers, shakes, and all kinds of awful physical feelings. My fever went up to 103, I couldn't keep anything down. Or in, for that matter. It was awful. The nausea went away after about 3 hours. I was able to keep liquids down, but still had a fever and felt like crap. Cole ran the household, and I shivered in bed all night. Finally, when meds stayed down, my fever broke. About 8 hours after it all started, everything was OK except the diarrhea part. And by the next morning, I was fine. So, now I understand what Cole, Kyle and Talia went through last weekend. Alec still hasn't experienced it, so I hope he doesn't.
So, my big news....does anyone who's known me for at least 13 years remember this dress?
I'm sure y'all probably don't, but it's kind of like my "Holy Grail" so to speak...This is the dress my mom and I bought right before my wedding. We bought it for the night I went through the Temple for the first time. It hasn't fit me for years, since after I had Kyle. I had an old pic of me in it, much younger with long, curly hair that was my natural golden brown color...but I couldn't find it so that I could post the comparison. However...many friends say, Oh, I still fit into my wedding dress...or, I can't quite get back into my wedding dress...well, as my wedding dress is preserved and sealed in a box, so that Talia can wear it someday if she wants, this is the closest thing I have to saying...I can fit back into my wedding dress. I hit my pre-pregnancy weight this week...a little bit lower actually. I'm done losing, I'm to maintenance. It feels wonderful, and to celebrate I went shopping yesterday. So, that's my big news. Maybe it's just news to everyone else, but for me, a girl who's struggled with her weight since she was 12....this is so incredible to me.