So now everyone's had the flu but Jameson. At this point I figure he is nothing but a ticking time bomb, and everyone knows if someone's going to be puking, a baby is the worst- they have no clue how to aim and are totally unpredictable. And you know he's going to be clingy and want to sleep with me. Sigh.
All I can say is thank goodness I got it first and got it over with so I've been well enough to help with Jim and Addy. Eli actually got it the same night I did, so Jim took care of him more or less alone. And thank goodness the morning sickness is MOSTLY faded to the background so that I'm not (extra) miserable to be around barfing people. Still not my favorite thing, though!
Good grief this has been one nauseating winter so far. I have never spent such a long chunk of time trying not to throw up, throwing up, thinking about throwing up, cleaning up other people's throw up, etc. Just a suck fest, basically. Plus some extra family drama thrown in the last few weeks for good measure.
This is going to sound pitiful, but it's just the truth: besides Christmas, I can literally only think of three specific times in the last, oh, three months that I have had a good day. (I'm meaning one in which mentally AND physically I felt healthy and well.) Once, when Jim and I went out to dinner and Christmas shopping for the kids. I splurged with a Zofran, and ate a baked potato and felt ok and had an actual date night. Second was when my sisters and I went to see The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, and I was completely riveted and loved it despite initially being very wary. And third was a day a few weeks ago when it was unseasonably warm and the boys and I went to the playground and for a walk with some friends. Other than that, most days have more or less been blah or downright bad lately. That's kind of depressing.
Spring had better have some pleasant surprises in store for me.