Just ahead of Nicholas's big weekend (everybody is coming into town for his baptism), my body has decided it's a good time to let a cold bug in. Excellent. It thus ends our string of good health (save for Sarah's problem, which wasn't an illness really). I am grateful for the following:
- We went 17 weeks without any of us getting sick, which is pretty remarkable, and means that Nicholas's immune system is up and running strong before he got exposed to anything.
- I was the one who got sick, as opposed to Sarah or Nicholas ... though we'll see how that holds up over the next few days.
- It's only a cold. No fever, no aches, no nausea, and I'm over a day and a half into being sick, so I'm pretty sure that—at least for the moment—I don't have swine flu.
Being sick has meant some adjustments the last day or two: because of the upcoming weekend, I'm resting more than I would otherwise with a cold, and I'm trying not to get Nicholas germy. The latter is more difficult than it seems, given that he now likes to put everything in his mouth. I can keep my hands away from his hands, but if I need to dress him, I have to grab his arm ... and he's taken to chewing on his arms, corn-on-the-cob style.
So we'll see. Mom, Dad, Uncles and Aunt: we hope you find a healthy baby (and healthy parents), and not a cranky germy one. But no guarantees.
UPDATE (9:42pm): Yep, Nicholas has the cold. Should make for an interesting night.
When you say cranky and germy, are you referring to Nicholas or his Daddy?
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