The Saturday 7
Good news, everyone: we made it halfway through February! Whew! But this week was a doozy . . . 1. Contrary to my assertions last week, the weekend wasn't long enough for Levi to get over his sickness. He came down with a fever Saturday afternoon, and it didn't break until Tuesday night! He literally did not get off the couch for 4 days. He hardly ate, puked anytime he did eat, and had a wet, phlegmy cough all week. We decided to skip our Superbowl party on Sunday, which ended up being a good choice since I had some major stomach distress that evening. I woke up Monday morning with intense stomach cramps and ended up calling in sick to work, even though I despise inconveniencing people. I'm not sure if I had exactly what Levi had. I never had a fever, and I never puked. But I had terrible stomach cramps for three days - especially after eating. I ended up losing three pounds because I was eating so little. I spent most of those three days on the couch as well. Actual f...