A long week.

Wednesday morning I woke up not feeling very well, but I got up, went to the gym anyway, sat my butt on the recumbent bike and put in my time with Jess. I suspected the "not feeling well" was simply because I started taking a blood sugar medication.

I came home and spent the rest of the day on the couch.

Thursday repeat - but I didn't manage to make it to the bike.

Friday repeat - but I didn't manage to make it to the the couch.

Friday night I puked 9 times in 12 hours. Josh hid my pills.

Saturday repeat - without the getting up. Seriously. I think I was in and out of sleep all day long, I didn't eat anything, and I never did get out of my pajamas.

Sunday repeat - add the couch back in.

Poor Tommy has been more than a bit neglected for the past few days. You'd be horrified if you saw the things I didn't do for him.

Fortunately (for both of us) Josh thinks we're important and spent a lot of time at home nursing me back to health and making sure Tommy didn't starve or kill himself.

Today I'm feeling almost back to normal and I think Tommy is having Mommy overload. We read stories, played with toys and giggled until neither of us could breathe. I let him help with the laundry and

I think he's probably scared of the new psycho-crazed attention-giving mommy, but whatever. He'll love me again in a few minutes.