I returned home yesterday afternoon to the best greeting any Mom could ever want. Cooper hugged me, and kissed me, and babbled like he was telling me everything that had happened the entire two days I was gone. He was pretty darn sweet. My Mom left soon after I got home and headed to Indiana. I don’t know what makes her think she needs to get back to work. She just went sometime back in the middle of December. Geesh. After my Mom left I played with Cooper for awhile and then started on my rodeo results (which have to be in the office in Colorado before 8am on Monday to avoid fines). While Cooper was taking his late afternoon nap, I got a very familiar feeling. A feeling that I had for nine months straight when I was pregnant. I was sooooo nauseous. Just when I thought I might die, I instead… starting barfing. I continued to barf after Cooper got up, after Cooper went to bed, while finishing my results, and then half of the night. If this is what Cooper felt like last week, he might be the tuffest baby on the planet. My joints ache, and I feel like I’ve been ran over by a truck. So far today, I’m still in my pajamas and have spent all morning on the couch watching Cooper play with his toys. Otey doesn’t get back from Texas until the middle of the night tonight, so hopefully I will live until then. This is the bad part about living six hours from any of our family. I should could use some back up today!