Well this week sucked

So that illness that LG picked up?  Naturally she shared it with me.  I knew it was coming when everything smelled horrible--like, first trimester horrible.  Within a few hours of The Smell, I was puking while LG lay in her bed watching movies and Tiny Boy cried in the never-used crib.  What's worse than a puking virus?  Having to nurse nonstop while you have a puking virus.  Not sure if Tiny Boy had his own tiny version of the illness, or he was growing, or my milk supply had already dropped, but seriously...every hour or more.  Thankfully I only puked for a few hours or I think both of us would have been hospitalized for dehydration. 

Wednesday I sent LG to school, though in retrospect she should have stayed home.  Tiny Boy and I spent all day in bed; I drank gingerale that a friend brought by and he continued to nurse nonstop.  I felt like I'd been hit by a truck; there were a couple points I actually thought I might drop him.  The first half of Thursday wasn't much better but by last night I'd managed to do a load of laundry (diapers) and dishes.

Today I'm in actual clothes (not mismatched pajamas).  (And the result of The Illness seems to be that I can now fit [very uncomfortably] in my pre-pregnancy jeans.  Uncomfortably enough that I'm not actually wearing them, but it does suggest that if I ever get back to doing yoga/pilates/something on a regular basis, I should be able to wear my old wardrobe.)  Tiny Boy just nursed (again).  In the interests of getting out of the house, I think I'm going to dump his tiny sleeping body in the carseat, go pick up some cat food from the vet (Big Cat is now going to be on a liver formula), and perhaps see if I can't find a 2012 calendar at the bookstore, as amazon has yet to send me the one I ordered when it was still 2011.  And then I think we'll come home and watch more TV.  And do about 5 more loads of laundry and wipe down every surface in my house.  Be gone ick.