days you'd rather forget

saturday was one of those days that now i can look back and laugh at, but at the time, it was not one of my favorite. saturday morning i spent baking before ben went to work in preparation for my dear friend's baby shower our small group girls would be throwing later that afternoon. so after that, ben went to work, and i loaded the boys up and headed to party city to pick up the balloons. party city was supposed to be a run in, run out, kind of thing since everything was bought and ready prior. so in with two boys, out with two. i opened the side of the van and set ronan in it along with my keys, shut the door, and went to the back of the van and opened it to shove the balloons in. back to the side to open it up and put ronan in his car seat. BUT.....ronan had crawled up to the front seat and as i neared the door i heard the familiar click of the doors locking. so zander and i are outside of the van, and ronan, my keys, purse, cell phone, and everything else are locked inside the van, in the sun, in 80 degree heat. the panic is started to seize me now as i begin bawling (mind you i'm STARVING at this time, never good for a preggo), banging on the window, bribing ronan and everything i can to get him to press the button again. he however is laughing, playing peek-a-boo, and dancing around the van. after about ten minutes of this, a man finally calls AAA for me and they send an emergency crew out. a grand total of 25 minutes! ronan was fine, i was in hysterics. now it is 12:45 and i haven't eaten and was supposed to be at church setting up by 1. so we raced through taco bell and headed to church. while we were setting up (and me with the two boys since i had no hubby at home to watch them) ronan had one of his blow outs of poop (from being on antibiotics for four weeks), so i had to strip him down to his diaper. i was just about done at that point. by then it was close to 2 (the shower start time) so i raced home, put the boys to bed, changed clothes, and my parents were there to watch the house while i was gone at the shower. the shower was great, one of the few good things of the day. afterwards we tore down and i finally headed home. the boys were up by the time i got home so back to work right? my parents left and when they did, zander started throwing up blueberries! mom had said she fed him some, i quickly looked in the fridge and yes, they had mold on them. at this point i could barely walk and my feet were the size of watermelons! even my kneecaps hurt! three vomits later i finally called ben and said he needed to come home cause i couldn't walk, move, or breathe for that matter. so ben came to the rescue. good ben!
sunday was fine, today i woke up and threw up. and let me tell you, when a pregnant woman throws up, every heave sends a wave of pee out of her body. yup, tmi! there you have it. now i'm laying in bed dying. i have no idea what i'll do tomorrow when ben is not home. blah.