Archives for March 2006

I know I was sick while I was pregnant with Simon, throwing up nearly every day for those 38 weeks. Like, almost immediately I was sick when pregnant. I took a class with Michele when I was 2 or 3 weeks along and I was already drinking fizzy water and eating crackers. But I don’t think I’ve been sick since. There’s something about having kids: you’re not allowed to be sick.

Until today.

Sophia got sick first this week. Early Tuesday morning. Her room got so messed up she had to move to the guest room, Simon came to bed with me, and Darin started working at 4:30am because he couldn’t get back to sleep. I stayed home with her all day. She ate crackers and drank water and slept.

Wednesday she stayed home too, but she was much better. She was so much perkier I suggested we go out, to do some errands. She said, “Great! I’ll ride my bike downtown.” Clearly she was feeling much better. She rode and I walked along side.

Then, last night, Simon got sick in bed. Repeatedly. We changed his sheets three times. He finally settled down around 1am.

At 4am, I woke up, realized my stomach felt like hell, and then felt my mouth fill with saliva. And I ran. I did this about five times in the next three hours. Dozing, waking, running. Darin stayed home as long as he could — of course, today would be a day he absolutely couldn’t be here all day. I called the moms of Sophia’s friends to see if anyone could take her for a playdate in the afternoon.

Simon and I dozed in the mid-morning, and when he woke up he was Mr. Energy. No appetite, but running around and asking Daddy to play with him.

“He’s feeling better,” Darin said.

“You think?” I croaked from my bier on the couch.

Darin went to work at 1, and Simon almost immediately said, “I want to nap.” He has never uttered these words before, but far be it from me not to take advantage: up to his room he went and up to my room I went. We both passed out for two hours. I felt better when I woke up, mostly suffering from a raging headache. After that nap, Simon does not appear sick in any way now, except for his lack of an appetite. (Which, for Simon, is…unusual.)

I feel a little better. Haven’t had any high pressure explosions from either pole for a couple of hours. But I’m definitely not going to operate any heavy machinery for a while. The highlight of my day: an hour ago, I ate some Jello (peach flavored), and apparently that will be my caloric intake for Thursday.

Please let this be cleared up by morning.

I’m a little worried, though. After Darin picked up Sophia from her playdate and got home, he immediately sacked out on the couch. He doesn’t feel good. He feels weak and run-down. Which is not good, because on Friday Darin absolutely positively has to be at work all day. Let’s hope he’s not sick. Because I know him: he’ll be at that meeting and then all of them are gonna get sick.

Update: Oh thank goodness, it is just a 24-hour thing (although I’m going to keep Simon home today, because he doesn’t seem fully recovered).

And Darin isn’t sick, which means only one thing: he’s saving until this weekend and he doesn’t have any important meetings. Because he always saves being sick for the weekend or a vacation. I don’t know how he does that.

Update 2: Hee hee hee. Darin’s boss just called to find out if he was coming to the meeting or whether he’d gotten sick. Darin’s boss reads my blog to keep up on what’s happening with Darin. Hee hee.