Not to be repeated!

Thursday morning.

I was exhausted! After only four hours of sleep, the alarm should not be waking me up.

Five more minutes!

Why was Thayne shaking me awake? Nothing makes sense at 4:30 a.m. especially on so little sleep, but it was all slowly coming back to me. I had promised to help him study for his biology exam. It was either start studying at 12:00 a.m. last night when we got home, or this morning at 4:00. I couldn't complain about the time because it was obvious that Thayne had pushed snooze for the last half hour.

A bathroom break, a glass of ice water to wake me up, and a blanket to ward off the morning chill that was in the house, and I was seated at the kitchen table with him, ready to begin. We started going over the last 10 chapters that he had been studying, me trying to make sense of everything through my foggy brain, and him trying not to panic over the amount of material that he had to store in his head for this exam.

We started making flash cards.

I ran for the bathroom to puke.

I didn't puke, but the feeling didn't go away either, so I layed on the bed for 5 minutes to get my head to stop spinning and my stomach to stop heaving. I debated falling asleep.

After a couple of deep breaths I went back to making flash cards. An hour later we were almost done. Thayne had to get ready for class, and I was going to make a few more cards, but the feeling that I was going to throw up again was coming back. I tried to sit really still and take deep breaths, hoping it would go away.

It wasn't.

Thayne noticed. "You look really pale! Are you ok?"

"I feel like I'm going to pass out, or throw up. Probably throw up."

I stood up and tried to make my way down the hall to the bathroom, but couldn't seem to get my feet and the floor to coordinate, I knew I was stumbling and teetering.

Thayne caught me and helped me to the bedroom. I told him I was fine and leaned against the wall by the bathroom, debating if I should procede to the bathroom and throw up, or lay on the bed and hope the feeling would subside.

I needed to lay down, but I knew if I moved I would fall.

The room was spinning and turning white.

The next thing I knew, Thayne was standing over me. He was terrified.

Why was I on the floor?

He helped me to the bed, while I tried unsuccessfully to convince him that I was fine. He didn't believe me, and called our neighbor (who is a nurse).

I ran for the bathroom to throw up.

Jen came over in her pajamas. She told me to eat something because my blood sugar was probably too low.

I felt awful, and the thought of eating almost made me run for the bathroom again.

Thayne still wasn't convinced that I was okay. He insisted that either he wasn't going to school - which wasn't an option because he had an in class exam that he couldn't make up - or someone would have to come sit with me for a few hours.

Whitney came and sat with me.

I felt like I was being babysat.

I'm not used to me being the one that people are helping. I would rather be the one that helps others, so it was a strange thing for me to get used to. Lucky for me, Whitney is one of my best friends, so it was far more fun and relaxing to sit and talk with her for a couple of hours, than it was bothersome - although it did feel guilty for taking her time.

Thayne called me about every hour for an update on how I was feeling. The incident nearly made the poor man have a heart attack, and it made me love him even more for all his concern.

That night we both agreed that this was one morning that we hope NEVER repeats itself!
We also came to the conclusion that either I am going to have a girl (I was sick with Taysia too - nothing like this, but still sick - where as Jarom was easy) or my pregnancies are progressivly getting worse.
Fainting can't be that uncommon durring pregnancy, can it?

Happy Independence Day!

I think the 4th of July is quickly becoming my new favorite holiday.

The weather is great!

The activities are endless!

The food is good (to me there is nothing better than fresh fruits and vegetables which are always plentiful this time of year!)!

And the company is always good!

This year we visited Thayne's sister Ramona, and her family in Utah for the 4th. We had such a relaxing, wonderful weekend, we didn't want it to end.

Although I am horrible at remembering to take pictures, we did have tons of fun. We went to breakfast at Mimi's Cafe. It was outstanding!!! I'm telling you, the blueberry stuffed french toast....MMMMMmmm!!!

We thoroughly enjoyed the parade! It was big, and fun, and full of candy and fire trucks. :)

Ramona and Curtis had a big BBQ for lunch, as well as a HUGE water slide for everyone to play on. We all had a blast and acted like we were 12 years old again.

And the fireworks that night were wonderful! It was fun to sit on the grass, surrounded with other people from the community, and remember how grateful we should be for this country that we live in!