I do not feel good.
It was a good enough week leading up to this, with Alex's birthday on Monday (and the big reveal that we're getting the kids a trampoline), playing kickball (they always drive me crazy when we play kickball) with the Cub Scouts, taking the afternoon off on Thursday to go geocaching up near North Webster (bushwacking through Epworth Forest...perfect day...no bugs, no humidity, not too hot, no undergrowth. I found myself on the wrong side of the water twice, but a long hike got me there eventually. 2 finds.), then lunch on Friday did NOT agree with me. I assume, anyway. By the time I went home I could only crawl into bed because I was so nauseous. The carnival at the kids' school was Friday night, but I stayed home throwing up. The barfing lasted pretty much all night. When lunch was gone, I dry heaved or threw up water. Beth took the kids to swimming Saturday morning and on some errands and to a friend's birthday party while I recovered enough to eat some chicken noodle soup and Gatorade. I never got chills or fever, so I'm pretty sure it was something I ate, and I did make it back to church Sunday, which was good since Alex's birthday party was today at Science Central in Fort Wayne. We took 6 kids to FW (Missy was with her friend Abby O all day instead of going) in the afternoon and got the party room for an hour after they ran around for a while. They got to make baking soda volcanoes and had cupcakes, but I think their favorite part was playing Pokemon on Alex's DS in the truck on the way over. Anyway, I was glad to get it over with and I still don't feel great.