Ah, a fleeting moment of quiet as Auggie sleeps, and, for the first time in two weeks, I’m not so exhausted that I nap with him.
You cannot imagine my relief when I woke up this morning feeling much better. My stomach wasn’t perfect, but it was much improved over last night. When I finally went to sleep, I fully expected to be up and retching within a few hours. My stomach was cramping that badly.
So today has been like a gift! I got out of bed in the best mood. I even made cookies for the meeting we attended this morning. Of course, I ate too much of the batter, which didn’t make my stomach feel any better, but these are all good things.
For those of you who don’t know me, you should know that I have a personal law forbidding vomiting. I always joke that it’s against my religion, but that’s not far off. I halfway believe that the reason I’m not sick today is simply because I’m too stubborn to throw up.
The only times I’ve been physically ill in the last ten years (or longer) is when I’ve had too much to drink. Morning sickness never got me, even. Even Romano losing his arm on the season opener of ER (right after dinner, no less) made me a little green, but there’s no way I’m puking.
Yes, I realize that I am virtually guaranteeing that I will be vomiting my eyeballs out by the end of the week by writing this, so I’ll shut up now.