I don't know how to write about this eloquently. Basically, at 11pm last night I woke up and ran to the bathroom to puke my guts out. Thought I was better once it was all out, but I kept waking up every 30-45 minutes to do it again. UGH. Every time it happened I just kept praying that Owen wouldn't wake up throwing up since we had eaten the exact same thing for dinner.
Luckily that didn't happen. I was up until 4am when there was just nothing left in me.
I had zero energy today and after Lysol'ing the house, all I can do is pray that no one else gets it.