Please get better...
After almost two weeks and a multitude of blood tests, the doctor says that Greg's various ills are due to some kind of virus. Which is all well and good, except he still feels pretty terrible most days. I'm hoping this doesn't last through the weekend. I think he's already lost in the neighborhood of six lbs. and there is seriously only so much beef bouillion a guy can drink.I, on the other hand, am scared to weigh myself. Considering the baby is only the size of a lime (we have surpassed the, ahem, "kiwifruit" stage), I don't think it can account for the snugness of my pants. The good news, though, is that I'm feeling less sick and I am not cringing in fear every time the Cheech approaches me for a hug - she is a real bust cruncher, my gal. I am far more nervous about being pregnant this time around, maybe because if all goes well it will be my last time. Or maybe it's just that having a kid really brings out the mom in you, you know? Eh.
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