I’ve been more than a little ill with an apparent case of food poisoning. I say “apparent” because I cooked the dinner that Lance and I ate, but he suffered no ill effects while I ended up in the ER after my body began its siege, attempting to void itself of every trace of the meal from my innards. I’ll just say it was ghastly and leave it there.
I’ve visited the ER many times as a mom, but never for myself. It’s unsettling how drained and wasted and weak I still feel.
However, for all that, there was a consolation prize, in the form of an early ultrasound to check on the baby during this internal warfare. Wriggles, heartbeats, and kicks, oh my!