The walking dead has returned. Sort of. I spent yesterday morning at Patient First and last night in the ER trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. Still don’t know - everyone is calling it a virus. If that’s the case, it’s one nasty and drawn out version - we are on day 10 of it and all of us are sick to death of it, especially me. I feel more human today than I have in the past week - now if I can just eat and keep drinking water, I’m sure I will improve.

Since I last blogged, Lily went to the doctor to find out the great news that she had lost a pound since her 12 month visit, and had dropped into the 3rd percentile overall. She’s very small. We have to make sure this isn’t a trend - she doesn’t eat a whole lot and she’s extremely active, so our pediatrician wasn’t overly concerned about it. He said he’d be more concerned if we brought her in for her 2 year check up and she was still continuing to lose weight. In the meantime we just need to have her eat as much as possible!!! It’s doesn’t help that she is going through a picky eating phase - I guess paybacks really are hell, and all those years I refused food are now coming back to me twofold in my own daughter.

Thankfully Mike has stayed healthy through all of this. Basically I’ve been sick since before we went to Texas, which is annoying, to say the least. I have almost forgotten what it feels like to have energy, and I really don’t take my health for granted any more. If I had any doubts about Mike getting his “tubes tied”, they are gone now. I’m not blaming the pregnancy for all of my health problems, but it sure doesn’t help . . . and I think two is enough. I will hopefully blog more regularly now!