Crummy Tummy

This weekend was full of Christmas parties. On Saturday night we had Ryan's lab party, Sunday afternoon was one with my mama-roos group (consisting of a lovely bunch of mommies, daddies, and babies), and Sunday night was our C-Group church party at the Wiggers. All went well until last night (Sunday) around 11:00pm.
We had thought maybe Dylan wouldn't do too well with all the holiday running-around, and headed home earlier rather than later after our last party. Dylan seemed tired, so we put him to bed around 9:30 for the night and I thought for sure he would wake up before long in a state of fussiness from a day filled with overstimulation. But to my surprise, it was I who ended up in tears.
I was on the phone talking to my mom and dad before heading off to bed, when all of a sudden a wave of extreme nausea came over me. I headed to the bathroom, where I stayed for the next hour and a half. I'm not goin g to go into any further detail, to spare you... but I know SOMETHING did NOT agree with me. Either it was some kind of flu-bug or perhaps something I ate. In either case, I ended up staying home with Dylan today from work to ward off the potential spread to others. Anyhow, I'm still recovering from a violent night and hoping that tonight is much less exciting at the Drenan household!
One nice thing to add: Ryan came home from lab tonight with a dozen beautiful pink roses for me. What a sweetie!