Look! I'm Not Dead!

Despite wishing fervently for that outcome a mere two hours ago.

So, did you miss me this morning? Did you wonder WHAT in the WORLD could have kept me from sitting down at my computer to write you your daily dose of cheer, the thing that undoubtedly gives light to your dreary days and purpose to your dull drudgery?

I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom, re-enacting my college days. Except without the fun night of heavy drinking that usually precedes such a morning.

Yes, I woke up at 3:30 this morning with the sure sense that it was not going to be a good morning. Six hours later, I was SURE it was not a good morning. And before you get all, "HAHAHAHA--this is what you get for saying you haven't been sick at all during your pregnancy," just back off on the schadenfreude for a minute. I'm pretty sure this had nothing to do with the small being currently residing in my innards. I called the doctor and was told a pretty nasty intestinal bug is going around.

Since I never go anywhere, I'm blaming A. He went to court last night (on someone else's behalf, of course, not because he was arrested for criminal mischief or something), and I am now insisting that he was the one who brought home my own private morning Gethsemane. I know, this is highly unlikely, but it made me feel better to have someone to blame when I was moaning on the floor.

Anyway! All is well now! I am currently on a nutritious and oddly delicious diet of saltines and ginger ale. And I got out of dinner duty. That silver lining--it's always there.