Rowan gave her Mama a present for Valentine's Day. She didn't mean to, but how can you blame an 8 month old baby for giving you the flu?
You know you're sick when the smell of toast and coffee, normally my favorite smells ever, makes you vomir partout.
Luckily, I have a friend who's coming over in a few hours to bring me some 7up and walk Lucy. This is not something I am capable of today, and the Diet Coke I got yesterday just doesn't cut it when I'm sick.
I am not looking forward to the poopy diapers today. Ugh.
Excuse me. The couch is calling my name.