Either Brendan shared his sickness with me, or I have picked up something all on my own. I’ll spare you the details, but it’s either strep or hand/foot/mouth disease (which i’ve decided sounds worse than it is… anything they call a ‘disease’ sounds ugly). I hope I hope I hope that this is what Brendan had. Not because I’m glad he felt miserable like I do – but so that he won’t get sick again. I’m heading to the Dr. this morning to get it checked out. Man, how things have changed… I NEVER would have gone to the doctor before. I hate going to the doctor. But if there is anything I can do to help protect my little peanut, I’m going to do it.
We had to figure out a complex system to get everyone situated this morning – but Rob took Brendan to school at my work, then will head into his own work. This means he will cross the Golden Gate Bridge twice on his way to work. Thanks Dear. I have two budget meetings I can’t miss this afternoon, so I’m hoping to get into the dr this morning, then head in for those, and then come home with the baby. But for now, it’s just me and the pooch at home. I think this is the first time I have ever been at home without Brendan. I guess it should be easier to relax, but it stinks.
At least I took another movie of our morning conversation (it’s becoming a tradition) to keep me company in between pooch snuggling. My new phone has a feature where you can flip the camera around and see yourself as you’re filming (or as I call it, the selfie cheater). Brendan realized that he could see a cute baby in the phone, and started talking to him. He was really trying out some faces.
There is a longer version of this, but I spared you…