This weekend started out great! I ran all the way to the 540 construction and back, which is just under 6 miles round trip. That's the farthest that I've run since before I was pregnant. I was running without the babies, because Jason offered to watch them while I got out for a little while. It was great to soak up the wonderful weather we've been having lately.
I also decided to eat some leftovers that were apparently a couple days too old. I hate throwing away food. But I guess I've learned that I would rather throw away food than throw it up (sorry, I couldn't help it). Sunday morning around 4 am, I woke up feeling nauseated. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. Then I managed to fall asleep again and woke up at 8 am nauseated again. Ugh. Nothing like hugging a toilet and then trying to breastfeed two babies at the same time. It wasn't pretty at all. *shiver*
Luckily, it was a Sunday, so Jason was home all day. He was an absolute champion of a daddy (as he always is) and watched them all day while I slept. I would come downstairs long enough to nurse them and then crawl back to my cave upstairs and pass out. I went to sleep last night around 8 pm and slept until 7 am this morning, only waking once to feed the babies around 3 am.
I seem to be back to normal today. I think I'll just walk today and pick the running back up tomorrow.