Rough week

I think I might be back from the dead.

I died this week.

Died in a big way.

Hurling and pooping literally every ten minutes, and I'm sure you wanted to know that because you're still reading! Pour on some first trimester pregnancy nausea, and that's when I died.

I will do you a huge courtesy and spare you the rest of the details...

My doctor put my butt in the hospital.

I was bed ridden for a week.

I was physically out of order and emotionally drained.

It was so hard for me to lay in bed knowing life was going on around me and I couldn't be a part of it. I missed my girls so much and felt so guilty about all the work my sweet husband was doing to make up for my absence. Bless his heart. He saved my life.

I'm so glad this rough week is OVER!

On a brighter note:

This year's Halloween festivities were so much fun!

The girls were a riot.

Watching them run from house to house yelling 'trick or treat' in their little voices, was the cutest thing I've ever seen!

They bring me such joy.

And I kinda can't wait til next year!

Taylor

Londyn

Just a small shout out to my brother Jack and his family:

They always have the cutest costumes!!!

Love and miss you guys!

Happy Halloween!