Scott's inspiration

Not for the sqeemish

So, this past week/two weeks I've been struggling with a cough/cold. I looked up what medicines I can take and decided to go with Robitussin, a medicine I don't believe I've used before. All went well for a while but the last five or so times I've taken it, I've vomited about 5 minutes afterwards. Thinking it was just normal pregnancy sickness I never associated the two. Until Today... Ate my usual Cream of Wheat for breakfast (that will change!!) and then proceeded to take the recommended dosage of Robitussin. The cough killer. Now store in the back of your brain that I usually can feel a vomit session coming and can, in a civilized manner, make it to the nearest toilet.... usually... Back to the story. Cream of wheat, Robitussin, next a sudden vomit session. A mouth full of Cream of Wheat, so full I couldn't close my lips but trapped the Cream of Wheat with my hands over my mouth. I commence sprinting into our bedroom (I noticed I awoke Scott by his alerted string of profanities) and then threw up more before making it to the toilet. Where does this Cream of Wheat go with my mouth already being full? Think... Where does it go? The front of my mouth is block by a hand. MY NOSE! Up and out. Robitussin colored Cream of Wheat. Quite painful. Alerted husband, comes and takes care of pathetic me. I now believe I'm alergic to Robitussin from my co-workers pointing out that my face looked swollen for few hours and that directed me to notice that my face was in fact red and tingly. I'm too dense to put that together on my own. It's safe to say that I might take the coughing over Robitussin from now on.

Try to beat this...

Threw up on the way home, whilst driving my car... held it my mouth for about two minutes til I could locate my tea mug (coffee mug, just don't like calling it a coffee mug if I don't use it for coffee) and spit the vomit into the mug. Impressive talent or disgusting trick?

Baby Flea Market

Last weekend Scott and I went to a baby flea market... second hand shopping *que music* These are a few of my favorite things! *End music*. The flea market (actually called a boot sale) was located in a village about 45 minutes away (only twenty miles) Go England's road system! The village was a stereotypical English village... tiny, set around a block, all the main attractions in the center of the city, and the community center which it was located in was IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND! Tiny village, three main streets, impossible to find. We had to ask for directions and the woman who helped us was OVERLY helpful! So sweet. Anyways, this boot sale, called the Cheeki Monkey, is a monthy occurance. January being its kick off and it was TOTALLY LAME! Only four people were actually selling things. If we knew the sex of the baby it would have been awesome, as most of the items were gender specific but it was still a fun excursion. And now we know where the Cheeki Monkey is located for the next go arounds. Purhcases: - A set of 30 Disney story books! Little Mermaid to Wall-E! - A crib bumper (didn't know what it was, the lady looked at me and asked if this was my first child1) - baby hangers Cheapskates UNITE!