wicked, wicked, wicked.

oh, yesterday could have been SO much better. {gigantic sigh}. shortly after waking up, i felt a trickle down my leg. given that my last two labors began with a broken water bag early in the morning, compounded by the fact that we had wanted to make it past yesterday so we could use our tickets to Wicked yesterday afternoon, my first thought upon feeling this little trickle was, "Yep, that's about right." hours later, though, no more trickling. my midwife wanted to check me just in case, since being strep B positive, i needed to have antibiotics before 18 hours passed after a water bag break. as soon as my mother-in-law showed up to watch the boys for us so we could go see the show, we raced off to my midwife's office. the good news was that she found no evidence of rupture, and my cervix is still "long, thick, and closed"-- aka, no signs of impending labor. i should've have felt relief, but i left with a hollow pit in my stomach. we picked up food on the way to the show, but before i could eat the, er, loose stools set in. i did manage to make it through the entire first act of wicked before running to a bathroom at intermission. 10 minutes into the second act, however, i could be found vomiting into my purse. of course this could not have happened during a big, loud song...oh no, but during quiet dialogue. bless the people around me who didn't stare or act disgusted-- they were very nice. my wonderful husband had sprung for fabulous tickets just 5 rows from the stage, and dang near center stage, so i swear even the poor actors on stage may have heard me wretching. as soon as the next loud part began, we made our way out of there quickly (note to self-- purses are not water proof, and will leak) and into the bathroom where my incredible husband insisted on cleaning out the purse and trying to salvage anything from my wallet that could be saved (including the literal laundering of $45 in cash).

upon arriving home, i went straight to bed where i was for the next 14 hours. between bed and toilet. i was afraid all the dehydration and heaving were sending me into labor because i altered between contractions and stomach cramps for five hours straight. all i could think of was, "there will be NO peaceful water birth at home if i'm in labor-- just send me to the hospital, drug me up, and put me out of this complete misery." mike was on kid duty, and unbeknownst to me, jack began vomiting shortly after we got home, too, so my poor husband was dealing with more of other people's vomit yesterday than anyone ever should. he still managed to sneak into my room and leave bottles of gatorade and plates of dry toast and crackers by my bedside in between all the chaos downstairs. my hero! it's not a wonder that he is now feeling achy and chilled today, and had been in bed for several hours while i try to return the favor.

yikes, just when we thought we might actually get to see that show.... fate steps in again. i will just accept that the universe is not okay with us seeing wicked (at least till the end).