Well, I have to say today was one of the worst days I have had in a loooooong time. Patrick and I spent the night in the hospital, because I dehydrated myself and they needed to put fluids into me. It was terrible. I couldn't keep anything down and was so sick and dizzy. I was discharged at around 6:15 this morning. Then at around 8:30 just as the construction crew was getting to my house Bailey and Max got into a huge dog fight over cheerios, and as I was lunging to get Connor out of the way, Bailey attacked me and ripped my arm apart. Thank God I was on the phone with Jenny when all of this happened and thank God she was down the road. She came right over and took me back to the ER. Yes, twice in 1 day. When I got there, they did an ultrasound to make sure Jordyn wasn't under any stress from the night and morning. She wasn't. Mommy is keeping her nice and warm. Then they couldn't put stitches in my gaping wound because I am pregnant and it is a dog bite which gets infected very easily. They said that if it got infected, the antibiotics they can treat me with wouldn't be strong enough. So, they patched me up and sent me home. My poor husband and I are going on no sleep, and our nerves are shot. All I could do all day while sobbing off and on is wonder where the heck this "lucky streak" of mine came from, and think it could always be worse.