I've Had Better

Better weekends, that is.

Last Friday, around 3 a.m., I woke up feeing a bit sick to my stomach. I writhed in bed for a few hours, until Pete woke up, and asked what his schedule was like, hoping he could hang out at home for a while. He was the only dentist in the clinic that day, so he had no choice but to go to work. He did get up and make Annie's lunch, so that I could sleep in a little longer.

And then I puked.

This doesn't happen very often; in fact Pete thinks he has only seen me do it one other time our whole marriage.

And then I did it again. And again.

Gross.

I don't think I have ever been that sick. My whole body was tingly, I was sweating, my speech was slurring.

Luckily Noah didn't have school that day, so he was able to get Cooper dressed and take care of him. I couldn't even get up to make lunch. Shortly after I told Pete not to come home because I could handle it (even though I really couldn't), he showed up. I love that man.

I went to bed Friday feeling terrible, woke up Saturday morning feeling not much better and attempting to go to a 2 day fitness training. I had been looking forward to it for some time, but I could barely walk, so I didn't get to go. Pete took over for the weekend, and I laid on the couch and watched T.V.

It was Monday night before I could eat much more than a few bites of anything. I'm sure I've lost 5 pounds. It has hit each of the kids, but once they threw up, they were fine. Mine is the only one that lasted days. Pete hasn't got it yet, and I am hoping he doesn't get it when he gets on the plane to deploy.

The whole time I was sick I kept thinking, "I'm so glad Pete is still here to help me." I can't imagine being that sick and knowing there wasn't going to be anyone to help me later on.

So there's my sick story.