Basically I was miserable all day and I missed out on celebrating Gentry's birthday. Which sucks, because he didn't have school and I actually had the night off.
Isn't he the most adorable 6 year old though?
Luckily I'm feeling a lot better today. I haven't had much of an appetite, but I don't feel like my stomach is going to turn itself inside out.
I also have to thank my sweet fiance for getting me a bucket in case I had to puke and for snuggling with me while rubbing my tummy. I am so grateful for this guy.
And with that I'll just say that I do not understand football.
Mom and Taran are sitting here watching the Broncos/Patriots game and it's going right over my head.
My mom is a huge football fan and she tries to explain it, but it's a lot to take.
Maybe one day I'll make her proud and cheer with her ;P