Yucky

I remember it from when I was a kid, and I was warned so many times that it would come. But it really doesn't sink in until you are stripping the crib, bumper and all, and you look in the closet and see the four outfits that your son has soiled in a half-day. Yep, we've got it. The Stomach Flu. Yuck.

Wait, let me correct myself, "we" don't have it. "They" have it. And by "they" I mean Declan, Rich, and now my mom. It seems this nasty virus clings to anyone and everyone it can. Except me. Poor me. No, really! I've got about seven more pounds to lose! Two good days of a stomach flu, and I'd be back at my pre-pregnancy weight! And I'd get to rest. Rich got a whole day and a half in bed. Oh, what I would do for a day and a half in bed!

It really makes you wonder when you envy someone up all night with every kind of thing spewing out of his body. What kind of warped reality am I in? I'll tell you. The kind that needs to lose some weight and get some sleep. These are two of the top things on my to do list. They are my priorities. This flu could really get me there. But no, of course I'm the only one not really affected. No chills, no fever, not even a stomach grumble. Poor me.

The weird thing about this flu is that Declan was in a good mood. He was bopping and exploring and causing mayhem the way he usually does, but just with a lot more dirty diapers. I changed eight total on Saturday. Rich, on the other hand, has just had the worst time. I don't want to embarrass him, so I won't give all the details, but let's just say he's not so keen on going anywhere out of the house right now. And, he even took a day off work. I had to put my foot down and practically pry the computer from his pale, clammy hands, but eventually he acquiesced.

The message here is...flu shots, are they worth it?

Obviously I'm kidding. Kinda. All I'm saying is that it would be nice to fit into those jeans again. Uh, oh, gotta go. My stomach's grumbling.