Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I do not do the flu. All I want to do is crawl up in a ball and die. Yes. I'm always this melodramatic when I get a stomach bug. Thankfully, mine is not the puking variety - yet. But Eric's is. And he's still a better trooper than I am. Thankfully he hadn't eaten much today. I went to the store and bought some ginger ale made with real ginger (even if it wasn't truly ginger soda) to help our bellies. I gave him only a quarter of a cup and he didn't stomach that well. That's a pretty bad bug! He's drinking water now and I hope it stays with him. I have to chuckle though. We get our warning when he says "It's hot! It's hot!" My poor baby.