*sigh* we went out to dinner at Olive Garden to celebrate my FIL birthday. It is one if my absolute favorite places to go and we hardly ever have the time to go out to eat. We order take out but it's not the same. Anyway as soon as we got to the table I was feeling sick sick. I thought maybe I should just have a drink of water and eat some bread to calm my stomach. Nope. A couple minutes after we ate our salads, I had to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and threw up all over the bathroom floor and I felt horrible. People were coming in and making "ew" "that's rude" "really people" remarks. Whatever. I cleaned it up as best as I could with towels and went and told a manager after I fixed my makeup. I was feeling better. Normally I do not throw up more than once. I went back to the table and our meal came. I wasn't going to eat so much but I ate a little so that I wasn't rude. In laws were paying for EVERYONE so I thought I better eat a little. I was drinking my water just fine and eating a little pasta. Well I got the urge to throw up again so I went to the bathroom and again. I threw up in the bathroom. Not the toilet but all over the floor. I felt terrible. Well my boyfriend kept texting me nonstop to hurry up because they were doing cake. Nobody knew that I was throwing up. I didn't want to make a scene. So I cleaned myself and the floor up. Again. People with their rude comments were annoying the shit out of me and I finally go "yeah try being pregnant. Until then, shut the fuck up" I was heated and I didn't mean for that to come out, but it did. So I thought I will join for cake. As we were all sitting down the waitresses kept whispering "who the fuck keeps throwing up in the bathroom" I felt horrible and angry and embarrassed. Well they gave me a small piece of cake and I said no thank you but I'm full. And my boyfriend really wanted me to just take a bite. So I took a small bite. And if anyone has ever seen bridesmaids, I am pretty sure my face resembled Annie's face when Helen made her eat that mint at the bridal salon. I couldn't hold anything in anymore. I ran to the bathroom but nope. Stomach decided to just let itself go in the middle of the fucking lobby. Yep. Right front and center. Thank God it was slow and nobody saw but I was so embarrassed and I did to need to tell a manager or anything. They saw it all. After that I ran to the car. Sooo embarrassing. I don't think I will ever be able to return to Olive Garden again. Of all 3 times that I had to throw up, not once did I make it to the toilet and not once did my stomach give me a warning. I wasn't feeling bad at all. Just sudden throwing up.