Dieing might be easier.

I am big and fat and sooooooo ready to have this baby. But that is not that half of it. Thursday Mark got a fever. He rocked and cuddled on what was left of my lap for 2 days. Then Saturday night Gabriel and I aren't feeling so good. Sure enough we got it on Sunday. Some kind of REALLY bad cold/flu. Achiness. Sinus pressue and congestion. Terrible sore throat that prevents me from sleeping. I didn't have a fever, but my 2 boys did. It would have been eaier I think if I got a fever. Then at least we would have to go into the hospital and get some drugs that help. (Tylenol Sinus is not cutting it.) Instead I am here on the couch or in bed barely existing, praying I don't go into labor because I am already in hell. Barely moving. Barely breathing. Can't speak half the time because of the sore throat. Bloody hell. I have not gotten this sick in a long time. Really I have been very healthy.

I should have seen this coming. But, no.... Story Time. Library Books. Grocery Carts with the Oh-So-Cute Delivery Truck Fronts for Mark to play in. Using every public bathroom I can find because I pee every 15 minutes. Using Port-a-Potties. Buying toys from garage sales and letting Mark play with them on the way home because he SO fell in love with them.

They all are germ laiden virus playgrounds. How could I not expect to get sick? I can't keep up with Purel after every store or remember to wash away every germ. So what's a mommy to do????