Ugh.  what a completely, absolutely miserable trip.  Beginning to end.  My comment to Kevin after we got back: "next summer, either we're flying down, or people will just have to come up here and see us".  yeah, it was that bad.

The trip down was miserable.  Tyler was extremely unhappy to be stuck in the car seat.  We stopped often, but that only helped a little bit.  On top of that, we hit three separate traffic back-ups.  One heading in to New York City, and two in New Jersey.  Both of the ones in New Jersey were several mile backups.  Several miles of stop-and-go traffic.  *Finally*, after what should have been an 8 hour trip turned into a 10 hour trip, we finally made it to Kathy's.

Thank god, the baby went to bed with no fuss.  We were exhausted, and the only thing I had eaten all day was some chicken tenders from a Popeye's in a rest stop in NJ.  I had two pieces of pizza and we went to bed.  I woke up in the middle of the night, with projectile vomiting and viscious diarrhea.  All night long, and all day the next day, all I did was vomit and crap my brains out.  I called the urgent care nurse and she said it sounded like food poisoning (thanks alot, Popeye's!), and it should start to taper off after about 12 hours.  (I think it was 1 am when I started vomiting).  Skip forward to 9 pm, still can't so much as keep a few sips of water down.  I began to feel dizzy and woozy.  Kathy took me to the emergency room and I spent the next few hours there.

The next day, Kevin started to feel ill, but in a different way.  We think he may have caught Bob's cold or some