Or, I was sick.
Gosh, yesterday I was a wreck - fever, chills (wicked bad), scratchy throat, watery eyes. I was huddled in bed, curled around Rowan, shivering, and trying to nap.
Hubby came home, poured a cup of ginger ale and set it on my bedside table with my cinnamon donuts (I looove the two of them together!), put two extra blankets over me, and told me he was making stew for dinner. Then he asked if I took a vitamin C and a zinc. All I could do was nod meekly, and whisper that I'd also had roughly 4 to 5 cups of tea throughout the day, and an herbal broth for lunch. Plenty of fluids.
To my surprise, I felt much better only 8 hours later. Don't ask me how that happened. I just know I kept pounding down the ginger ale and tea, ate the stew, and then hubby snuggled in bed next to me and held Rowan for a long time while he watched an ebay auction and played Angry Video Game Nerd videos to entertain us.
The guy had to stay up until 2 a.m. to win what he was watching, but he did it! He won a Magnavox Odyssey - the first home video game system ever released. He was all kinds of excited, because it is complete in the box, and no serious console collector should be without one. After all, it was the first.
It was also surprisingly cheap - he got it for just a little bit over $150. Not bad for something highly collectible. I told him what made me happy, was I could pay for it out of my earnings for the first book I'm editing. ^.^
Oh yes, now I'm editing for Lazy Day Publishing, and so excited about it! Right now I'm working on a lovely F/F novella. The author has a wonderful way with words, and it's a real pleasure to edit for someone who writes so well.
Anyway, here I am up at 3 a.m., and I had an experience I'm sure some of you can relate to - I had a breast pad slip and that led to a soaked t-shirt, a soaked bra, and a soaked baby outfit! So I've just changed and now I have my ginger ale, and Rowan lying across the Boppy, getting her 3 a.m. feeding. I put her in another pair of pajamas and I swear this girl has grown an inch overnight. She's just about stretching her 3-month clothes to their max. I just got her a ton of adorable hand-me-downs, and it looks like I'm going to have to rotate the 3-month clothes out, and bring in the 3 to 6-month clothes. Yeesh!
Of course, anything with feet goes first. She can still wear 3-month onesies, shirts, and pants. It's the footy jammies that will have to go.
Well, I'm going to flip through some more channels, finish feeding Rowan, and sleep. I'm just glad my throat doesn't hurt anymore. That was the worst.
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