Okay, not really, I would not participate in voodoo, but seriously, I'm getting desperate here. I feel like I can't stay healthy! I don't think I have ever in my life been sick as much or as badly as I have been this winter. It's killing me. I hate to be sick. I hate to be cared for. I hate not being able to get my list done, I hate it all.
This is my second bout with a stomach bug of some sort in the past few months. It was bad the first time. It was worse this time. Stomach stuff is always miserable. It's worse when you have a toddler to care for. It's even worse when you have a decent sized in utero baby squashing your painful stomach.
Miserable. Barely able to stay vertical. Guilty for not being able to care for my son the way I wanted to. Exhausted and achy.
Dear Squish Bucket,
Thanks for being a cheerful guy for the most part when your mama was feeling so terrible. Thanks for reading to me and stroking my hair like you knew I needed to rest. Thanks for dancing by yourself and giggling while we watched Winnie the Pooh. I'm so sorry it wasn't a very fun day and that we had to miss going to gym time, but I'm very thankful to you for being patient with me.
Love,
Your Sick Mama
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