the plague spreads
so thank god the throwing up thing was short lived. but let me tell you, puking in your car, with a two year old in the backseat and your neighbours watching - not so much.
throwing up is just plain gross. it’s funny in cartoons, but that’s about it. it’s not like farting - which always gets a laugh. no, puke is just stanky and gross.
so after all that, i crawled into bed whipering and slept and slept and slept and felt somewhat better. slootie and psycho jen both told me to get my ass into the doctor. and they are right. at 20 weeks pregnant - i should not be so stubborn about my own health.
i called the OB nurse line this morning and they were like, go to urgent care, go! NOW! so i went and got some antibiotics.
the lovely SIL came over to bbsit the boo, which was nice. she needed to get out of that mad-house over there for a bit.
then, ten minutes after i got home, boo woke up from a nap with a fever and her third poppy diaper of the day.
I KNOW! i can’t catch a break! i just can’t.
and i want so badly to go see baby A - he’s not doing that well - but i am fucking germ factory and i think that walking into a NICU at this point would not only be irresponsible, but would probably get me nominated for asshole of the year.
and,
And,
AND…
i missed class last night. i so so so so wanted to go and hang with adults and make moon-eyes at the vodo, but nope. i was under the covers whimpering.