Bugged...

Sunday afternoon I had the strangest feeling in my throat and stomach- like I was 9 weeks pregnant. I had that queasiness that lingers at the back of your throat. By the evening I felt like I had been hit by a truck, either I had food poisoning or a stomach bug. I won't drag you through the details, but I'm pretty sure I'm down a couple pounds...

Yesterday I attempted to send Joe off to work, thinking I could manage- notsomuch. I called him at, oh about 9am, and asked him to come home because I could barely crawl out of bed. Thank God for my husband, because he saved the day- took care of Charlie, washed clothes AND ran the dishwasher, woohoo!

I finally dragged my sorry self out of bed at about 3pm. Luckily I started feeling better soon after. Feeling sick does nothing more if not remind me of how blessed I am to have my health.

Today we are off to a specialist's appointment that again makes my tummy a little shaky. Charlie has been showing signs of a possible problem with his eyes. When he wakes up from a nap or is woozy, his eyes are not symmetrical- meaning one eye drifts off from where it 'should be.' I'm praying this is something he will grow out. We'll see what the doctor says, gotta run and get ready...