after my brief life as a mute on wednesday, i woke up on friday feeling like a frieght train had run over me, backed up, and then did it again. i was oozing out of various orifices, coughing, holding my head as to keep my brain from leaving due to its throbbing pain.
i got the kiddo ready to go, and went off to work. and then i was promptly told to call a doctor, for i was sick.
i luckily just had the flu, but the doc told me that jonas needed to be as far away as possible until i was feeling better since he's still so young. so he had a rousing weekend at his grammy and gramps house. i ended up crashing there saturday night because my mom didn't want me to be alone while i was sick and john was at work.
i woke up sunday feeling like a new person. i think it helped that i slept all of friday and saturday, waking up for 30 minutes here and there.
and what did i find on sunday? one congested baby who was sporting a newly sprouted (and FREAKING RAZOR SHARP) toofer. i've never been happier that i weaned him when i did.
i then died a thousand deaths because he's getting so old.