Last night, while I was making dinner, Sean ran into town to get a few things. While he was gone, Alice started coughing and threw up on the floor. I didn't think much of it, as she may have stuck a finger down her throat (which is usually why she vomits).
Sean got home and said he didn't feel well, and went straight to bed. Alice and I ate dinner. Well, I did. She had a few bites here and there. I gave her a bath and got her to bed.
A few hours later, Sean started vomiting. He was so loud, he woke Alice up. So I got both of them settled back down. Same thing an hour or so later. About 3 am, I finally was to get to sleep. A little over an hour later, Alice threw up all over the bed. I got everyone up, cleaned up, changed sheets, and back in bed.
A little bit later, she woke up and threw up again. So I took her in the bathroom. She threw up a few more times. I got her cleaned up, new jammies, new sheets on the bed, and everyone back in bed. This time we put towels down in case she threw up again. I threw the sheets, jammies, and stuffed animals in the laundry.
I finally got to sleep after 6. Luckily, I was able to sleep a few hours. I still haven't gotten sick, but I keep feeling waves of queasiness. My dad, who came over Sunday for dinner, got really sick yesterday too.
So I know I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm hoping and praying I don't get this. I can't imagine being this pregnant and that violently ill!