Also, I'm sick.
Like, thank heavens we have a toilet and a bathtub, kind of sick.
Like, sweet death come quickly, kind of sick.
Like, why don't we just move the mattress into the bathroom and call it official, kind of sick.
And no, I'm not "pot casting" (as Brett has dubbed it) right now. Right now, I'm on the couch, wishing I was dead or in the bathroom or dead.
We call this the "Aguado Flu" because once, when we both had it, and everyone that we came in contact with got it, and we all purchased burial plots that week...well, we got it from a guy bearing this as his last name. He will forever be seen in my mind as "the man who did this to me" whenever I feel like this. Just like how I scream, "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" at Brett when I'm having horrible contractions.
Only without the implication that something more than shaking hands had taken place...
So I may be a little grumpy. Just a smidgen. The horns should recede once the vomit ceases...
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3 comments:
get better soon. we have a date you know, and you need to be well enough to sit up on my couch and stare at my brown wall.
FYI, your contractions will get worse as you become dehydrated. If that happens, don't try to tough it out, and drink water...go in to L&D and get IV fluids. You will feel like a new woman. Seriously. I had to do it TWICE in the last pregnancy.
I hope a blog award will help cheer you up. Swing by my blog!! You deserve it Momma!!
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