last night at bible study i had rice, filipino barbeque and soup. then i topped it all off with ice cream completely covered in whipped cream (courtesy of ariel - i was happy that he remembered that i like alot of whipped cream).

and today, i'm paying for every single bite.

it's 7pm right now, we're watching the game. and this is the first hour that has passed without me throwing up since i woke up this morning. almost every hour i've been awake, i've thrown up.

i'm worried about the baby - i hope that he/she is getting enough nutrients! how are you supposed to grow a baby on toast and crackers?

ariel came home instead of going to mike's bachelor party - he came home and held me when i was crying, and kissed me on the cheek when i had puke breath, and right now he's cooking dinner for both of us. he'll never know how much things like that mean to me. sometimes i think that God gave us an intense love for one another to make up for the time issue (the fact that ariel and i haven't been together very long). because right now, there's not a doubt in my mind that ariel would do anything for me - he's trying everything he can do to make me feel better. all i can hope is that i can be just like him, that i can love just like ariel loves, so simply but totally.