Mama had a baby and her head popped off

My head that is... ok well, it didn't actually pop off. Felt pretty darn close though.

This past week our home has been plagued with a superb case of influenza. Last weekend Big Daddy complained that he was sick. We'll, he didn't really look all that sick and I thought he was just trying to justify to me his sleeping until two o'clock in the afternoon. No justification necessary. So I called him a faker. As the illness progressed and got worse I realized he was far from faking when he actually took some medication, refused a meal, and got into bed fully clothed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt and inquired where the hot water bottle was.

I felt a little bad for Trent since while I was at work I knew that Big Daddy and Joseph, who had also contracted said illness, were each laying on a couch with not much energy to move. I called Big Daddy's Mother for some re-enforcement, or at least someone sane for Trent to converse with. Big Daddy phoned me at work to thank me for taking the wild one off his hands I sheepishly chucked out there a "hey, no problem. And, uhh sorry for calling you a faker". I was hoping that I had saved myself.

By Wednesday evening Joseph and Todd were well on the mend and I was now done work for the week. But karma's a bitch. Low and behold it is now my turn to have more snot than a human should have any clue what to do with, a headache that makes you feel like a semi is rolling over your brain and everything aches and is cold, then hot, then cold, then hot. So there I am laying on the couch complaining of all my woes and Big Daddy comes and brings me a box of Kleenex, some tylenol and a glass of water. He sits on the coffee table where I can see him and at that moment I fully expected (and deserved really) a "get up faker!" But no, I got a loving rub on the arm and a sincere "how are you feeling" Pregnancy does have it's perks...Being able to take an advil isn't one of them. Did you know that even when you call Dr. Dawne and beg, she still says "no". I guess ibuprofen isn't good for the baby. I really thought my head popping off wouldn't be either.

Well with a lot of couch time, tylenol, water and halls. We all seem to be on the mend. While I am roaming the house with an antibacterial cleaner attempting to sanitize every communible surface Big Daddy is on the phone booking our family for flu shots next year.

I have to wonder though if I would have kept my "faker" comment to myself would I have gotten so sick. I think I got what I deserved...Sadly.