So I got the zofran, but feel too guilty to take it.  I mean, each pill is ridiculously expensive and only slightly larger than the wide end of a sewing pin.  The first time I took it, it took about an hour to work.  Then I started splitting phenergan in half (a whole one knocks me out) and taking that during the day.  I'm not sure if the half makes me sleepy or if I am just always sleepy.  Anyway, took another zofran at church today (almost screamed at my class because they were being less than reverent and I felt so yucky) and it never kicked in.  Uh-Oh!

Easter weekend.  Yesterday morning we all slept in until about 8, then lazed about for a while doing basic cleaning and laundry.  I boiled some eggs to dye.  We took the eggs to my MILs and she helped me with the girls in dyeing them.  They turned out really cute.  Heath took some pics, but I don't have my camera on me right now.

This morning we woke up to get ready for church.  Heath had bought Kalyn a gorgeous dress yesterday and she was very excited to wear it.  I felt, well, like I always feel now-a-days.  I was determined to go to church though.

Sacrament meeting was nice.  One of my favorite's was speaking, our former Bishop, Bishop Lewis.  He is so insightful and has a genuine testimony.  His words touch me every time.  I really looked forward to his talk.  Unfortunately I had a hard time keeping my eyes open, but I tried and caught a lot of what he had to share.

Then Primary.  I was not in the mood for Primary today.  After about 5 minutes of music time, I couldn't stand it any longer and took to the halls.  Let the leaders deal with the kids.  I stayed out until my stomach settled a little and returned.  Then.  The worst.

I felt like I was locked in a dungeon and my tormentors were the 5 and 6 year olds.  I wanted to scream.  It took all my patience to keep a calm voice and kindly ask them to sit down and be reverent--all 45 times I had to do it.  I have two boys in particular who are difficult.  Neither comes each week, and one at a time is manageable.  Both together isn't, as I discovered today.  My third little boy feeds off the other twos energy and it was really more than I was prepared for.

The Primary President asked me to bring them all back into the main room 5 minutes prior to the end of church for a group picture.  I was more than happy to.  In fact, I sent them back in and stayed in my classroom the last 5 minutes.

This afternoon, Heath's mom asked what I could handle for dinner.  I told her anything that doesn't fly.  She said, "Ham?"  I said that was okay.  Boy was I wrong.  We left their house before the ham was ready, and while I always LOVE my in-laws cooking, I couldn't handle the normally delicious scent of ham.  My gag reflex is kicking in just thinking about it.

Right now, about the only thing I can eat is seeded rye toast with butter and raspberry preserves.  It is yummy and hits the sweet and savory parts of my palate.  It is awesome!  I'm also having nightmares about being on a deserted island without any water.  I woke up panicking a couple times last night.  Maybe I'm worried about dehydration?  Haha.

Favor from everyone please--

Some dear friends of mine recently discovered they are expecting twins!  Twin A isn't developmentally where the doctors would like him/her to be, and isn't nearly as good/healthy as Twin B.  Please join me in praying for the health and safety of the babies, their momma, and the pregnancy in the coming months.

Happy Easter! (Oh, we didn't take Easter pictures because its been raining all day :-( ).