It is a Wednesday, 10 days before my birthday. Ben has left for work already as usual and I hear my one year old fussing to get out of the crib. I roll over in bed and close my eyes again and get this HUGE wave of nausea.
Hmmm....that's strange.
I let the feeling pass and I get up and get Dylan out the crib.
I come downstairs to fix breakfast---gag, I must be getting the flu.
And I park myself on the couch in front of the TV most of the day.
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