When frogs throw up, they literally vomit up their whole stomachs through their mouths and then proceed to dig around inside of it with their hands (do frogs have hands?) until it is empty. Then they swallow their internal organ again, and go on their merry way.
So, every time I end up on my knees, worshiping the porcelain god against my cold, linoleum bathroom floor, I try to remember that frogs have it worse than I do. If I am sincere when I say that I would rather die on the spot than vomit (and I am TOTALLY sincere) then I am dead serious when I say that i never EVER want to see my own stomach, let alone dig around inside of it.
Honestly, vomiting is pure HELL for me. I mean, no one LIKES vomiting, but I have met far more than a few people whose worst illness is a sore throat or a headache.
I think the problem for me is that when I get a stomach flu, I throw up every 5 minutes for the first 10 hours. Then it pushes back to once every half hour for another 5 hours, and then it finally stars to taper off. Not to mention, I have had the stomach flu at LEAST twice a year, every year of my life.
Many of the people I know can't name more than 2 or 3 times that they have had a stomach flu where they vomited all night and into the next day. And when they CAN list a few times off, they only remember throwing up several times before they were able to sip some Gatorade or eat some applesauce. Nope. Not for me. First of all, that's the way my body reacts to everything: mild cold? Answer: throw up. Migraine? Answer: throw up. Strep throat? Answer: Throw up. Chickenpox? Why not throw up!?
I react severely to stress too, and throw up occasionally when I am overwhelmed by it. Lilly seems to exhibit some of the same bodily reactions as myself while Scarlet and Mahone seem to have my husband's iron clad stomach and immune system.
I could never be bulimic. I know. I'd literally rather take a fork, stab it into my eye, wiggle it around and then remove it than throw up.
Yes, pregnancy really does suck for the first four months. It has ruined many a delightful cuisine for me. At least with morning sickness, you get a baby, which makes it worthwhile.
Anyway, after two days of vomit, and 45 gallons of diarrhea later, I am well enough to type again, and I am sincerely sorry that I was unable to post about my giveaway.
I WOULD just go ahead and post it NOW, but I wanted to post it on Wednesday for a reason. So, I'm postponing it until next Wednesday. Keep your fingers crossed for me, though, friends. Because when I get sick, it tends to come in a double shift.