Ah, Christmas day, a time where you are supposed to watch your children open presents, open a few yourself and enjoy a big breakfast.  I did those things, til about 11am, when I was forced into bed with extreme nausea and what I guess were extreme Braxton Hicks contractions.  I laid in about a million different positions but to absolutely no avail.  I couldn't sleep, couldn't get comfortable and had no visitors.  Everyone was downstairs playing with toys and drinking Rum and Cokes.  No fun for me.  I didn't even want to drink water.  So, I laid there and did nothing but moan and watch the Duggar's.  Words can't describe that show.  Here I am whining about having 1 baby and she has had 18.  I will just let that subject die for now, as it is so crazy.  
I can't sleep til around 230am.  Nothing is comfortable and I am running that hot versus cold thing.  Maybe I have a stomach bug, but I am having contractions and they aren't very fun.  Baby Ivy is moving, my stomach is moving, my legs are moving.  Can't it all just stop?  Ugh.  I have had to pee a gallon 3 or 4 times this evening.  What the heck is going on?
I finally fall asleep around 330 or so.  I wake up, contractions are still there but there isn't much nausea and I am very thankful.  It has been a much better day today. I don't know whether it was being pg or being sick, but I am glad it is over.
Tuesday
Baby tease or stomach flu
Posted by Christie at 6:00 PM
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