Avoid the ham

On Sunday, I spent the evening puking, thanks to a case of food poisoning.

Through a process of elimination, the culprit had to be a piece of lunch meat I had on a wrap.

Deep down, I think Jen was a little glad I got sick. After all, she's been dealing with morning sickness for a few weeks now. She was probably glad I was the one with my head in the toilet instead of her.

I might be sick

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The joys of Jimmie Jo/Jimmy Joe

Jen puked not long ago, like 30 minutes or so.

This morning sickness is an odd thing. For one, I didn't realize it could happen at night, as you're going to bed. I mean, it's called "morning" sickness. Not "random times of the day" sickness.

Jen has gotten sick three times so far. I think that equals the number of times she puked in all the years prior to that.

Tonight was odd. She's laying on the couch and gets up for bed. When she does, she coughs. And that caused her to get sick.

Luckily, she got to the bathroom in time. Being the concerned husband, I dutifully stayed in the bathroom while she was heaving. Since her hair is too short to need to be held, I got a washcloth and rubbed her back.

Oddly, the sound of her getting sick didn't turn my stomach. Maybe I'm already psychologically adjusting to the future grossness I'll endure as a father.

(BTW, the names on this post are not in the running for actual names of the baby. When Jen and I would see kids acting up at the mall or at restaurants, we used to say "our kid won't do that." Eventually, we started using Jimmie Jo/Jimmy Joe as a way to refer to our future child, since depending on the spelling it can be a girl or boy.)

First time for everything

Jen and I have been married nearly eight years. We've been together almost 10 years total.

For the first time that either of us can remember, she is sick. Might be a light touch of the flu. Might be a bad cold. But she's feverish, getting chills, has a cough and feels congested.

I'm not sure what to do, other than offer to run to Walgreen's to get whatever she wants. It's going to be rough though, because it's state basketball tournament week and I'll be at the office most nights. Plus I'm getting more dental work done Wednesday morning as Dr. Saviers begins fitting me with bridgework to replace my now-removed freaky teeth.

Anyway, if any of y'all try calling and she doesn't answer the phone it's because she's buried underneath flannel sheets, a comforter, a fleece blanket and a 40-year-old quilt that weighs about 10 pounds.