emetophobia?!?

I have exciting news.

Maybe not for you so much. But for me.

If you remember my post not too long ago about Chris waking up with a bad taste in his mouth, you will recall that on several occasions I have mentioned my fear of throw up.

Well, ladys and gents, it turns out that that is a very legit phobia called emetophobia. And apparently it is one of the most common fears behind public speaking, spiders, and the dentist. Just most people don't mention it to others. It is so nice to realize that I'm not the only one that the slightest thought that someone may throw up puts me in a panic.

It is characterized by a general panic and anxiety of throwing up youself, or witnessing others do so. Many people avoid situations where throwing up is possible. (Like refusing to go on this one ride at the local amusement park because someone could throw up while I am on it).

They stay away from loved ones if they mearly mention the stomach bug. (ever read Voted Off? that is me to a T, unfortunately.)

Many people haven't thrown up themselves in a long time. I was 8, so its been 15 years. That constitutes a long time to me.

After reading a few things I have come to realize just how much this has influenced my life. My only reason behind not wanting to go into nursing is dealing with throw up. I went through 13 hours of drug free labor because a friend of mine said the epidural made her sick. I run away from my sick husband. I don't like being in crowded places because I won't know if someone will spew all over my on accident. I even go to the second stall in the bathroom because tiny elementary me decided that people in a hurry to throw up go to the first one. I'm pretty sure I could come up with a few more situations if I thought hard enough.

I also read that it might have something to do with feeling out of control at some point, and that emotional state has menifested into a psychological one. This reason actually makes a ton of sense. When I actually started acknowledging the fact that I hated throw up is around the same time I felt as if my world was turned upside down, put in a blender, and sucked throu a twirly straw. I hope that this understanding of my condition will help me overcome it.

I feel silly telling Chris I want to go to a therapist about something a silly as barf-ola, so that won't happen any day soon. But, maybe one day I will be able to accept that this is a part of me, but doesn't have to rule my life. Until that day, I got this nifty little blog and I'll spill my stomach contents for all of blogland to read and ponder.

Puppy VS Toddler

Puppies:
No thumbs...so they can't open doors if fully clothed.

Toddlers:
Open doors for puppies who can't.

Puppies:
Run away when they get outside from the door that was originally closed.

Toddlers:
Chase said puppy.

Mother:
Can't catch two small children for an hour.

my battle with a mouse at 4 in the morning.

Remember how I have a cute little puppy?

Well last night cute little puppy woke up and was playing on the ground by our bed. I got up to see what she was playing with, and as I did I heard a strange squeaking noise. I first thought it was Rusty. But she was on the other side of the room. I let it go at that.

Then a few minutes later, I heard it again.

The third time I woke up the husband and said I think there is a mouse under our bed.

We waited and waited. Nothing.

I moved to turn on the light and there it was again. A tiny strange squeak.

Then, it hit me. I had a water bottle in the bed before I fell asleep and didn't put it on the night stand.

So I courageously looked between our bed and the wall to find a squished up water bottle. I moved the bed to see if that was the noise. And it sure was.

Chris gave me the death look saying "you really woke me up from my slumber so you can pick up a water bottle."

But its ok. I won the mouse bottle battle.

memory...?

Do you ever get a random memory? And when I say random, I really mean random in every sense of the word.

I am doing homework listening to some soothing music. I then think of listening to Enya with my dad.

I then go back in time to second grade where we are listening to Enya. For some reason I knew who it was and other classmates didn't. We were in the far corner of the room by the maps and date way up by the ceiling. Which was 1996 by the way. The one was pink or red and the 6 was green. I can't remember what colors the 9s were. A group of kids surrounding me asking if it was _____ or ______. A girl named Rachel guessed one, then a boy named Chris guessed. And he actually got it right. I remember not wanting all the kids to leave me so I didn't want to say that he was right. And so I whispered he was right in his ear. And then everyone knew that he was right anyway. And so I a lot of them left me. I remember thinking, I should have whispered to everyone if they were wrong or right.

How on earth does this almost pointless memory last, while I have a hard time remembering all the details of my wedding or when Zoey was born?

bad taste

Chris and I ate some ice cream while watching a movie tonight. We both fell asleep.

I woke up to Chris in the bathroom coughing. And if you remember, I have a fear of throw up. (I know, not a good fear for someone going in the health care field). So I go in panic mode and cover my head with a pillow.

He comes in and I ask if he is ok. He said he woke up with a throw up taste in his mouth so he ran in there just in case. But otherwise, feels fine. He then continues to eat a fruit roll up. I realize that I have a funny taste in my mouth too.

Is that what throw up tastes like? ick.

I then realize that it is from the ice cream we ate moments before falling asleep.

He feels better. I feel better.

Chris comes back to bed and tells me "I love fruit roll-ups. They make the world good," and falls asleep.

I, however, am left awake with a bad taste in my mouth. No fruit roll-ups to make it better. And an over active brain that is still on hyper barf alert.

Great...

playdough, rice crispy treats, and two parks! What more can a lil girl ask for.

Today I woke up kinda early. Ok. it was only 9. But Zo was still asleep so I actually got some stuff done. I did my hair and makeup! That never happens around here. Then I decided to make Zoey some playdough. Its actually really easy! I'm all for easy. AND there is no nastyness in it. Its all edible...not that a bunch of salt, flour, oil, and water actually tastes good.

Zoey woke up around 10:30. Which was heaven since she hasn't been sleeping good and has be on one for the last couple days. I gave her the playdough to play with. She wasn't a fan. She just pushed it out of her way and pretended it wasn't there. But I guess that's ok. I doesn't look all that pretty. And we all know that Zoey loves pretty things. We will try again when she is a little bigger.

Then we got this bright idea to go to the park with the puppy. Then we got an even greater idea to go to the park with Connor. He is a little boy who was born roughly 1455 minutes after Zoey. I went to school with his mom, Bridget, back in the day, but she was a grade above me. Then we became facebook friends when we were pregnant and started reading each other's blogs. We have wanted to get them together for a while, especially since he is obsessed with cows like Zo.

So we went to the park. Zoey was strange and just wanted to be help or sit on my lap. Connor on the other hand was having a fabulous time running everywhere. She was the smart mommy and brought a camera. So you can see the fabulous playdate here. You will laugh. She is pretty darn funny. And Connor is a cutie.
But you can see for yourself.

We got home and surprised dad with so rice crispy treats. I have been having a hankerin for some crispy rice mallow goodness for a while now. So I figured today would be a perfect day.

Zo actually liked this part of the day. Go figure. Bribe her with food and she is golden.

(Yes, I stuck a fork in it and called it done. ha ha ha ha. I am one funny person.)



We ended the day with a "big salad" (also known as a salad with anything I can find that is salad like. Today it was chicken, bacon, saltine crackers (Its a hubby thing...but pretty good actually!) and cucumber.) and some worn out children.

Dinner tomorrow

So I was doing a little blog surfin and found two recipes of delicious goodness.

baked "healthy" fries

And cheesecake-stuffed-strawberries. Say Whaaaa?!?

So I got fries and dessert. Now to find the main dish....any idea?