Another workweek, another GI bug.  

Babyboy was up multiple times vomiting last night. I marvel at his ability to get it all in the bucket. I’m very thankful for his ability to get it all in the bucket. 

It started with me late morning. Just queasiness. Saw my patients, left as early as I could. Chills started on the way home. I’ve been in bed since five p.m. If I move, I feel siiiiick. 

Thank God Babyboy isn’t spewing. He’s not eating, but that’s ok. Thank God Hubby is home. He brought me hot ginger tea, and went to take out the garbage. 

Hoping nothing else happens and I wake up normal… Hoping Babygirl isn’t next. She can’t hit the bucket at all…