Today was going to be a busy day. C and I had MOPS this morning, then his 6-month checkup with the pediatrician, followed by a class at church tonight. In the wee hours of the morning, I woke abruptly with a stomach virus. My dear husband took over the night feedings (and there have been many lately, with C teething) while I was violently ill. Today, I feel like death came to visit me, beat me senseless, then decided to spare me. Okay, so maybe that’s a slight exaggeration – but not much.
Yesterday and today I have been feeling quite sick. Even though a friend of ours graciously decided not to attend our Superbowl party because he was sick and didn’t want to pass it along to me, I somehow ended up getting sick anyway. Headache, body ache, chills, fever, nausea. Let me tell ya, it’s not fun – especially when you’re pregnant.