Here's the deal

So here's the deal. With my wife's first pregnancy, with our daughter Eliot, she literally puked all over the place. We couldn't drive anywhere, practically, without making some sort of swerving crazy NASCAR-style-going-into-the-pits exit from the road for her to throw her door open and BLAAAAAAAH all over the place. When all this was going down I said I really should be mapping all the places she blew chunks. It covered at least a 5 state area. We know intimately all the restrooms and hurl-friendly stops between our home in Brighton, Colorado and my parents home in Nathrop, Colorado. And we knew the fastest routes from many parking lots to the many restrooms inside many eating and shopping establishments.

So my wife is pregnant again. Yes, it was planned. It, in fact, is a surrogate pregnancy for a some wonderful friends of ours. And this blog is going to chronicle my wife's adventures in puking. And it's also for me to sort of keep tally of the events. To see if the number of barfs really lives up to how much I thought it was 2 years ago with her first pregnancy. And also to draw a map of how far and wide she Tosses Her Cookies.

Cheers!