still here

I am still here. In my comfortable house, within walking, er, i mean waddling distance, to my comfortable bed.
But my brain, my heartburn, and my bladder teamed up to keep me away from said bed most of the night anyway.
I am tired and bummed.
It is so weird to say, but I wish I were in a place like this, doing something like this:

trying not to vomit into a pea sized pink bowl.
Lovely picture, I know, and you are very welcome for it.

much to my disappointment, those women who go into labor by themselves blasted me again and I have to wait ONE. DAY. MORE.

A one day delay when you were so close.....
feels a little like :
A good smack in the face.
Camping in the rain.
Totally getting uninvited to a party. Better yet, Prom.
Stopping to smell the roses, only to get stung by a bee.
Racing home to watch American idol just to find out it never recorded.

Do I sound sufficiently bummed?

Because I am.

But I won't be for long, because come tomorrow morning, I will be vomiting in the hospital,
right where I belong.