You see ... I've got absolutely nothing to talk about, except the plague. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
I've been a little freaky with Nathan, watching for any sign that he might be getting sick. He's been a "mucus-y" baby since birth, so it's hard to tell if he's sneezing more than usual. I'm just hoping that nursing will keep his immune system strong. Stronger than mine anyway.
Tomorrow is The Targo's birthday (he'll be 31!) and between my plague and the weather, our plans may be a bust. I dunno. Hopefully, I'll make a miraculous recovery between now and then. And also, the weather gods realize April 12th is actually spring.
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Yuck! I hope you feel better soon! Charlie never caught what I had as long as I was nursing. It has something to do with antibodies. Good luck!
Sucky! I hope you can kick this flu soon! And Happy Birthday Targo!!!
Please let it be spring in Chicago! Otherwise, I may reconsider my plans.
Happy birthday Targo! Sorry the weather did NOT cooperate. I have a feeling it will never be nice here until July.
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