Barf...

...literally. This week I have been in San Marcos or San Antonio for work...ALL week. That's a lot of driving for this tired pregnant lady. So last night, my kind friend, Dena, invited me to spend the night at her house and enjoy dinner with her family. Sounds fun, right?? It was...that is...until Elizabeth (who turns ONE on Sunday) BARFED all down the front of me and onto the floor. I was literally standing in a pool of barf and had it all down my dress. YUCK! Luckily, she doesn't seem to be sick and Dena has a great washing machine! Now what does it say about me (since she washed my dress) that I wore it again today??