Again, there isn't much to say about yesterday. We went to my parent's place for my dad's birthday dinner. The bad part was, shortly after we showed up at my parent's place, I spiked a fever of 101 degrees. Granted, it was pretty warm in their house too, but I felt quite miserable. As the day went on, I felt worse and worse. I couldn't even play with my little nephew because I didn't want to get him sick. But it got me to thinking, how on earth do mothers take care of their kids while their sick?! How dangerous is it for babies? Would I have to quarantine myself to my room and have my husband take care of the baby? I sure hope I stop getting sick by the time I'm having Pickle.
Rain rain go away,
so Pickle can come another day
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