Luckily, I didn't get what Stella and Mr. Hubs are getting over. Unluckily, I did have a nasty 24-hour bug. In Stella's words, "Mommy, you smell like throw up," and throw up I did. I'm glad it's over with, because a)now that I have somewhat of an appetite, I can justify eating Kit Kats and cookies to make up for my lack of calories, and b)I don't think my poor, little Stella needs one more day of watching movies while Mommy's in bed. Hubs tried to be helpful by writing me a prescription...that "may cause drowsiness." Yeah. That's not going to work, unless you were planning on checking me into anything that looks like these bedrooms, taking the day off from work (NEVER happens as a resident), and taking over all household responsibilities. THAT might make getting sick as a mommy totally worth it. But, let's be honest--Mommy's can't get sick. There's no such thing.
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