Ick

I've been feeling pretty proud of myself lately.  I've pretty much got a handle on this stupid "morning sickness" that has been controlling my life for over a month, and I've been able to do things like, take a daily shower (It requires so much... well, standing), brush my teeth without vomiting at least once a day, go out grocery shopping and even holiday shopping!  The world is my oyster!  And then I find myself racing out of a k-mart today after buying Alex his snow boots and some big frumpy sweatshirts for me and puking in the parking lot in full view of several unsuspecting holiday shoppers.  Alex began to scream in terror and tried to run away from me.  While gagging and heaving, I chased him down, locked him in the van and continued to loose my morning donut right there beside my car.  Even more horrifying was discovering that said donut had splashed onto a neighboring car.  Luckily I carry wet wipes.  I cleaned up the mess and hightailed out of there.  Yes, my first puke-and-run incident.  Pregnancy is so undignified.