It happened.

I puked. I have made it through two previous pregnancies with only one puking incident while I was pregnant with Bennett and that turned out to be a 24 hour stomach bug that I shared with Stan the next day. So this was a first for me. I know it's totally disgusting to share but I need sympathy. I hate to throw up. I avoid it at all costs. I only let it go when I have no other choice. Today was such a time. I got up this morning feeling rather well. So i made myself some oatmeal and orange juice and enjoyed my breakfast. At lunch time Stan fixed the boys some 'hot dogs' (they aren't real ones, but a local version). I decided I would pass and try to stick to something a little more bland. Although I felt ok, I'm no dummy trying to push my luck. So as I walked past the table to the kitchen to make myself some lunch I got a whiff of the dogs I turned right around and headed for the toilet. The smell did it. I felt fine immediately after but stuck to plain noodles for lunch. I have cancelled my trip out to the village tomorrow. The smells out there are unpredictable and overwhelming at the least. Not going to chance it. More pregnancy stuff to come.