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Pink Flash Flood

So some of you may get grossed out from this, feel free to be grossed out. For other that vomit, poop, and accidents make you giggle this is right down your alley. Since so far every person I've told the story to has laughed so hard that i thought i was going to start laughing at them for wetting themselves.

Being that I'm on pregnancy number 2 I have noticed a few things. Not only that every pregnancy is different but that if you sit back and think about it some of thing side effects of pregnancy can be damn funny.

In the case of the pink flash flood, this time around I am more sensitive to smells. It has finally died down some, but just about any rotten smell, or smell of somthing about to go bad would make me want to vomit. The kitty litter because my cat is lazy is deffinatly another bothersome smell. Luckily I can say this pregnancy I have vomited less, and half the time my husband did it for me, then told me he hated me. LOL can't help but laugh at him for that.

So back to the story.......... smells. I was in my bathroom, minding my own business while taking a poop. An unfortunately stinky one. Which since my stomach was still kind of empty was effected by this stench. Yes I admit my poop does not smell like roses. So trying hard not to loose it I tried to speed the pooping process along. Which ultimatly failed!

From me spray a pink curled vomit of milk that smelled soured all over my small bathroom. Which at this point when it started I was unable to stop because I could still smell my poop. Which my husband hears this disturbing sound from the bathroom and asks, "are you ok?" all calm and serious like. While I attempt to respond with, " get (vomit sound) me (vomit sound) a trash (more vomit) can!" This was nessesary since of course luck would have it I had a little wooden trash can in that bathroom that didn't have a bag in it. So i refused to ruin it with the pink vomit.

By the time he gets to me with the trash can I request, I am still vomiting but not because of the poop smell, it is now because of the smell of soured milk. I just couldn't win! Also at this time my stomach has been emptied around me to the point I couldn't get off the toliet to get away from the smell because I would step in it. So my husband decides to brave the smell of this soured pink curlded milk all over the floor and clean it so I can get out of the bathroom, and stop vomiting. Well the vomiting we cured by putting a wad of paper towels on my face. So I of course take in the moment for humor, and start doing my darth vador impression under the paper towels that are muffling me just right.

At this point my husband is giving me the look, while trying to clean up my vomit and not vomit himself. Now this moment couldn't be complete with out our two year old comming in to check out whats going on. Who of course hung out almost too long and almost vomited on his dad.

After it was all said and done I was finally ready to have some breakfast, but didn't have milk.