Poor John has had a rough couple of days. He puked pretty much every 1.5 hours for over 24 hours. He couldn’t keep anything down until last night when we got him some Gatorade. While the puking has subsided he still has the fever, nausea, and a headache. So no, he is still not well.

I was fine yesterday. In an attempt to get the girls out of the house and let John rest I took them to Mother Goose in the morning and to the library in the afternoon. I was thinking what a great immune system I had until the middle of the night when I woke up repeatedly feeling like I was going to puke. The feeling has been with me all day but I haven’t given up any food yet. The thought of having to eat is motivation enough to breathe through the puking sensation. My temperature has been climbing but I still don’t have a fever or a headache. Hopefully I can sleep it off tonight.

It’s hard to tell if the girls are getting sick. Their appetites are good and for the most part they were in good spirits. They had two long naps today and several very dirty diapers each (a rare event around here) so I have a feeling they’re fighting something. Emma was very clingy tonight and wanted lots of hugs which is not a good sign. Taking care of the two of them when we’re healthy is tiring. Taking care of them when we’re sick is miserable. Taking care of the two of them when we’re all sick is something I don’t even want to think about!