Jeff has been a good sport. When I do get sick, I lock myself in the bathroom because I don't want Jeff or the girls to see or hear anything. It's just such a disgusting thing. The other day, however, I couldn't make it to the bathroom fast enough. Long story short, Jeff cleaned everything up. He always cleans that stuff up, even when the girls get sick, which of course, is always in the middle of the night. He does it because he knows it would make me sick, even if I wasn't pregnant. My stomach is ultra sensitive that way. He deserves a purple heart. Even though he's not in the military and I have no authority in handing those out, he deserves one because of his selflessness, just-do-it attitude, courage, and his nose and stomach that can handle the sight and smell of that nastiness.
Well I'm not into taking pictures of my pregnant belly, especially since i look bigger right now than my other two pregnancies, but this is my quickest way to document it and then I can look back at my blog and remember the dates of the pictures and scrap it.