Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

Disclaimer: If you’re a queezy person, stop reading now. Or just skip the first couple paragraphs.

That is me. I am sick. Contrary to the beliefs of one commenter on the previous post (Hi Megan!), I am NOT pregnant. Nope, not. I do, however, have the flu.

When I get morning sickness (which is really ALL DAY sickness), I’m extremely nauseous. Now? I am not nauseous. I feel like I took a whole bottle of laxatives and I saw earlier today what I had eaten at a baby shower I went to last night. I am achy all over and my stomach has been convulsing all day.

A real pretty picture, right?

When Liliana woke up this morning, she had blown out of her diaper, her onesie, and her sleeper. Wonderful. On top of that she has the worst diaper rash I have ever seen. My poor baby screams bloody murder every time I change her diaper. I don’t like seeing my baby in pain. I figured we both had the flu and called my boss and Liliana’s babysitter to tell them that they wouldn’t be seeing either of us this morning.

Liliana didn’t have any more episodes, although she still has a bad rash. But, Daddy gave her a soothing bath tonight (the first one he’s done!) before she went to bed and she seemed to be a little happier about her diaper area after that.

A funny moment earlier was when Noah was changing Liliana and we decided to let her “air out” for a little bit. She then peed on the carpet. It was just a tiny bit, but she seemed to be all proud of herself. The little stinker! Noah put a diaper on her right away after that. Then cleaned up the pee.

I’ve spent the entire day either in bed or in the rocker beside the bed (in our bedroom/living room/dining room/play room). Every time I stand up, I get sick. It’s really quite fun. Thankfully, Liliana napped and behaved very well today and Daddy was off work by 3:00pm to take over.

I’m hoping it is just a one-day thing, because I kind of need to go to work tomorrow. And this weekend is CRAZY busy. Be ready for lots of pictures (because I know you’re being deprived right now). On Saturday, Kaylie and her friend Daijah (DAY-YAH, because I know you were wondering) are having a joint birthday party. Both their birthdays are in the summer and they want each other at their parties. And? I hate birthday parties so having help with it is WONDERFUL.

Right after Kaylie and Daijah’s party (they’re turning 7 and 6 respectively) is my Grandma’s 80th birthday bash. It’s also a family reunion of sorts. A whole lot of my aunts, uncles, and cousins I haven’t seen in a long, long time are coming for the event. One of my cousins (who is my age) I haven’t seen since just after I had Kaylie. She brought me a water gun while I was still in the hospital to fend off the bazillions of visitors who were driving me mental.

I love my family dearly, but I’m kind of the black sheep. Or I was. Most of my cousins graduated high school and pursued 4-year university degrees, then got married AND THEN had kids (well, so far one has kids and one is pregnant). They have been incredibly supportive and never EVER gave me grief about stupidly getting pregnant at 17, but I still feel it. My fault, not theirs. It’s kind of hard to be the only one with a kid while the rest are off pursuing their dreams (which I did later, BUT STILL!)

My Grandma had been my greatest cheerleader since finding out I was pregnant with Kaylie. She has prayed for me daily (literally) and has always told me how proud she is of me. I love her dearly and I’m looking forward to spending her 80th birthday with her. It’s probably the last time I’ll see most of my family for quite a while, since pretty much all of them live in BC. It’s a long drive to Saskatchewan.

Speaking of, we’re leaving in 10 sleeps. Am I excited? Sure. But I kind of feel like I’m lying about it. It doesn’t actually feel like we’re leaving. I guess I’m one of those people who takes forever to adjust, or else I adjust way too easily. A week from today, we’ll be loading up a big truck to move half-way across the country. A week from Sunday, we’ll be leaving BC, spending a night in Alberta, 2 nights with my in-laws just north of Regina, and then on July 2nd we’re finally going to our new home.

I’ll believe it when I see it.