Mommy, I burped.

2 nights ago I woke up to Gigi calling out, Mommy, Mommy. I reluctantly got up out of bed to check on her. When I opened the door my pregnant nose smelled an awful, familiar smell. She said, Mommmy, I burped. There was throw up all over the bed, but because she has never thrown up she didn't know what she had done. She then went on to say, but my duck is okay. She has a favorite stuffed animal and she was more concerned about it than herself. She stayed so happy during the whole ordeal. It made me realize even more how blessed I am to have such a great kid.
After cleaning up the bed and getting her in the bath we stayed up and watched The Incredibles until 4am and then went back to bed. She is almost over whatever she has and I may have it. It's hard to say because I throw up so often anyway, but needless to say we both feel a little yucky. David has stayed with us all weekend and taken care of us beautifully. I don't know what I would do without him.