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Have you ever felt sick, but had absolutely no physical indications proving that you SHOULD feel like crap?

Last night, after we got home, I sat on the couch while Bryan took Charlie for a walk and just felt.. bad.  Didn’t make sense.  I was suddenly very weak and light-headed, kinda like when your blood sugar goes wonky.  But we had just eaten, so I didn’t have that rationalization to fall back on.

Later, I got up to go put laundry away and again.. just felt crappy.  It made no sense.  This time, it completely overwhelmed me, and all I could do was crawl into bed.  My stomach HURT, and I was shivering and sweating as if I had a fever.. BUT I DIDN’T.  Eventually, Lil Peep gave me a swift kick in the diaphragm that pulled me out of it.

But sure enough, around midnight, I woke up feeling like poo.  I crawled into the bathtub (I always feel better in an empty bathtub) and took my temperature.  Not only was I NOT running a fever, but my temperature was 97.1!  How weird IS that?!  So I read about breastfeeding for about an hour until the crappiness passed enough for me to go back to bed.  Lil Peep slept soundly through.

This morning, I’m still freezing and my stomach is cramping.  Although, as I was straightening the house this morning and doing my usual morning chores before work, I realized that I’ve been using my bare hands to apply generous amounts of Itch Spray to Mabel.. and there’s a good chance I probably ingested some of that.

God help my baby be smarter than me.