For those of you that know me well, you know that I am super paranoid about getting the stomach flu. Throwing up probably ranks up there with child birth, on my list of "not fun" things. At least at the end of labor you have a bundle of joy. With the flu there is no reward (unless you count a temporary weight loss).
Last night Bryce was throwing up. He's really good about making it to the toilet. He doesn't cry or anything. I mean, he's better than me. Now, the worst part is the waiting to see who else is going to become victim. In my head I try to rationalize the reason for the throwup. Like, "Maybe it's food poisoning," or "Maybe it's from eating and then jumping around." I really hope it's something that isn't contagious.
Next morning...Leah is whining and we brace ourselves for the worst. Yep!! Must be the real stomach flu, because now she's throwing up. Not fun! Poor thing!! Now Leah is younger and cannot make it to the toilet so it ends up on the tile, the carpet and best of all, on me!! I feel awful because I know how much I hate it, but the kids seem to be less affected by the awfulness of vomit.
So, the next couple days are going to be stressful because I will just be waiting to see if I am going to get "it" or not. Please, for the love of God, don't let me get it. I am super nervous and am trying not to eat my favorite foods right now just in case...I totally think this through. I don't want the foods I like coming back up because then I won't eat them for a while. I know, I'm a little wierd and obsessed with the subject but I feel like a plan is the best way to get through this rough season.
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