In which I share my true feelings regarding the FLU

The black plague of death otherwise known as FLU SEASON 2012-2013 can kiss my ass, thank you very much.  I'm going out on a limb here, and I'm going to be a smidge dramatic, but I would really rather give birth to a child than have the flu.  Understand that this is coming from a woman who had an uncomplicated delivery the first time around.  This is also coming from a woman who is very tired, very pregnant and very ready to never have to see another jug of Pedialyte for a good long time.  At least at the end of a 12-24 hour labor, you have an adorable cuddly newborn to kiss and hug and snuggle.  At the end of a 12-24 hour flu sickness, you have a shit ton of laundry and an entire house to disinfect.

If you can't tell, we've been a little under the weather lately.  I am hoping that this week brings more sleep and less germs.  I have to be honest when I say that one of the most heartbreaking things I've ever witnessed was my two-year-old apologizing for throwing up.  John made a 3:30 a.m. run to Walgreens for some provisions and after he left, Jack asked, "Daddy mad at me?"  I wanted to cry and made a silent vow that I would offer to be sick for any/all remaining flu seasons of my life if my poor little angel would just get well  (you know, because bargains offered to no one in particular in the middle of the night are always super successful).

Anyway, the update on this front is: we are alive and (hopefully) out of the woods in regard to sickness (fingers crossed), I am still pregnant (legs crossed) and there is a lot of laundry piled up in my basement.  Hope everyone has a great week... sans germs!