Well, check off another pregnancy milestone

Last night, in the throes of my usual indecision as to what I could stomach for supper, I decided that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk would hit the spot.

Unfortunately, Hoss decided that the "spot" it would hit was the commode, as I violently heaved up the entire meal some 15 minutes after I'd eaten it.

Bonus: my entire face is now covered with splotches of broken blood vessels, making me look like I've either just been crying or have some exotic melanin-enhanced disease. And just in time for opening night!

Truly, a precious time in my life.