I'm so sick.  It's been 24 hours of hell.  Had a nice MNO last night at my house with a small group of friends.  It was nice and relaxing.  We had chocolate pie, fritos, sour cream dip, pizza, and cinnastix.  So when my stomach started rumbling, I assumed that it was just the combo of foods.  Nope.

Rachel woke up not too long later having just thrown up a bit in bed.  I picked her up and then she proceeded to hug me and throw up more down my back.  I called for Mike and he came running.  I handed her off and headed to the bathroom.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of

Okay, it's been a half hour now and I have to pause constantly to find the strength to keep typing.  I'll try to finish tomorrow...