Public restrooms are not morning sickness friendly

It's no secret I haven't been feeling all that good lately. I spend the majority of my days on the couch watching Disney movies over and over again. I'm counting down the days until the first trimester passes and I feel human again.

So last night I had visions of fried potatoes and french toast for dinner. But I royally screwed up the potatoes so Mike decided we should go get his new boots and dinner. We stopped at Cracker Barrel and I decided I could stomach a salad. Wrong! I ended up in the bathroom puking my guts out. That is so gross, throwing up in a place hundreds of people put their butts. I did, however, feel slightly better afterwards, so I guess that's my silver lining.

After dinner we went to Cavender's to pick out Mike's new boots Kae and I were getting him for his birthday. He found exactly what he was looking for and we even had enough cash left over to get Kaelin a pair of pink cowboy boots! They are so cute! I'll have to take a picture of her in them later. She's really into dressing up right now so all she'll wear is princess dresses and high heels. That's alot of fun walking through Wal-Mart!

My step-dad had his prostate removed last Thursday. They said it looked like the cancer was contained but we should know for sure this week. He spent a few days down at UTMB and is at home now. So far he seems to be feeling pretty good. They had a size too small stockings on his feet though so they are pretty bruised and sore from the swelling. The doctor thought he had gout in hhis foot since the pain was so bad, but it turned out to just be the compression stalkings.

Mike is leaving work early today for a dentist appt. He ended up with an emergency root canal last week after breaking a tooth on vacation. More medical expenses. Speaking of, I got the bills from the hospital for both of Kaelin's emergency visits this year. Over $900 each. Yeah, it costs the same to have them look at her burned hand and put a bandage on it as it did for them to stitch her forehead. Nice. Oh well, that's what the HSA is for. But I have to pay off my OB retainer first so these will have to get a minimum payment until we start our HSA again next year.

I guess I better get in gear. I have to run to the store and get 60 bows made before Carissa's birthday party on the 13th. Eek!