crocodile tears

No, not Toby's. Mine. Why is it that I have to always be healthy as a horse and then in the 8th month of pregnancy I get the opportunity to face it all at once? First, we (all of us) got a cold. It's been hanging on for about a week, not too bad. Toby was really sick with it. But now, we are blessed to get a stomach bug. I honestly think that a stomach virus wouldn't be so bad if there weren't an alien playing Mike Tyson's Punchout with your sick parts. So, I now have a personal pregnant best- heaving like I have never heaved before while the pressure of my gigantic belly was simultaneously making me pee and diarrhea. It was fantastic. Being a mom is hard. I probably could have staved off the puke had I not held Toby while he puked but the weight of his body on my belly sent me over the edge. Luckily, Toby is feeling much better today. I on the other hand am not. Between the hormones and all of the pains and Toby needing me, I just couldn't help but cry. Sob in fact- big, huge crocodile tears. Poor Darin is walking out the door to school (after being SO helpful, I might add) to his big huge pregnant, barfy wife sobbing that she'll be fine. I'll be fine. I am fine. I just can't wait to feel better.

Oh yeah, did I mention that my mom came into town for a visit but now we can't see her because we don't want to get her sick? Oh yeah, did I also mention that Darin's Mom and her husband (GrandPaul) are coming tomorrow and were supposed to be staying with us. My house was sparkling yesterday morning. I wonder when that will happen again?????

Gotta go. My favorite little virus is calling.