On Sunday night (April 28th), we were driving back from our 9-day vacation when Jake came down with the stomach flu and a fever. Luckily, the throwing up episodes happened while we were picking up Matt's bike from Talon & Carolyn's house in Vegas. Unluckily, that meant we still had seven hours left on our drive. We spent a couple extra hours in Vegas to cuddle and comfort our poor baby before hitting the road. It was a rough drive, and we finally pulled into our garage, exhausted, at 4 a.m. To help comfort Jake, I'd sat next to him in the very cramped backseat for those final seven hours, and to avoid upsetting him, I stayed in the car during our gas stops. That didn't agree with my rather-pregnant body. By the time we got home, I was so insanely swollen that my ankles had disappeared entirely and it hurt to move. That was a new experience for me for sure.
|My poor, sweet baby resting with his daddy after round one of throwing up.|
|My shirt after round one (the floor obviously got 95% of it). It's amazing that when you're a mommy, being thrown up on doesn't even phase you -- you just want to love that sick little baby. Which is how I got thrown up on the second time, too :)|
The next morning, the consistent contractions had gone away and we realized I might just be there for a weekend of play rather than the birth of their baby. We spent the next few days just hanging out, shopping, and enjoying some quality girl time. It was so nice and relaxing! Carolyn's sweet mom spoiled us a bit, her two-year-old daughter Emery kept us fully entertained, and Talon somehow tolerated a house full of girls all weekend. Carolyn continued to have contractions 7-10 minutes apart for a few hours at a time on and off, but they never turned into anything.
|Aren't they both just beautiful?|