This morning was quite the adventure. Palmer was screaming and reaching for me, so I picked him up. He then proceeded to throw up, not spit up but actual throw up, all over himself, me, the chair, the carpet... seriously, it went everywhere! I quickly stripped him and myself down so we wouldn't mess anything else and drew him a bath. Once he was in the tub, I decided to clean up everything before changing so I wouldn't dirty another set of clothes. Of course, this incident had to occur in the morning, when my stomach is pretty sensitive anyway, so as I was cleaning up the mess, I became sick myself. So there I am, hovering over the toilet, totally naked, puking, with a screaming baby in the bathtub next to me.
Oh my, I thought it was difficult being pregnant the first time, but add another baby in the mix and the experience is in an entirely different playing field.