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If you are eating lunch right now, go away and do not come back until you are finished. Today I'm discussing something that doesn't jibe with eating.

For the past three days Ewan has had a fever of over 100 degrees. Its peak was 103.9 (fevers in little kids are only dangerous when they hit 105) yesterday and I dosed him with Motrin and held him for three hours while applying a cool wash rag to his face. He's also vomiting, yeay! - all over the kitchen, the boys' bathroom, our bed - and I've spent the better part of this week in an attempt to find food and drink that will stay on his stomach. I've gotten about six hours of sleep in the past two days; this morning Chris let me sleep in while he took care of Ewan after Ewan threw up all over the bed again at four this morning. I think Chris was afraid of how I shuffled around the house like a zombie and refused to wear a bra.

That shuffling noise wasn't coming from my feet.

The yeah funtime journey! began Sunday night when Ewan awoke with a shriek. We both bolted into the room like we were brandishing pitchforks and storming Frankenstein's castle; when Chris scooped him out of his crib he noticed that Ewan felt hot. Fever: 103 degrees. I called our pediatrician's emergency exchange; we're giving him Motrin; I took him to the pede Monday; we're just waiting until the virus is finished with his little body. Ewan is listless and feverish for the most of the day; Monday night after a dose of Motrin his stomach gurgled and I knew what was coming, yet had no time to do anything about it. I braced myself as he spewed all over me, the kitchen table, the floor, the stove, the refrigerator, and anything else with a surface. It was awesome. Liam gagged and ran out of the room; I sat for a moment in total vomit-covered disbelief.

Of course all of this coincides with deadlines and the monster is baaack! This is the last cycle before the OB visit, folks, and then embarrassing displays of hormonal instability over! I first noticed that my symptoms were a few days early while at the reunion. One of the drunk stoners threw a little tantrum because I took the seat he wanted and I rose from the table in a way befitting my dramatic southern roots and growled "By all means, don't let me get in the way of you getting totally sauced, since I see that in ten years' time your goals are still the same. WAY TO AIM HIGH!" Then I gave the Fonzee thumbs-up and flashed a razor grin.

For added good measure, because I was on a roll, I called up my cousin - whose dead car was left in our drive for seven weeks with no phone calls as to when or if it would be gone and we've been unable to finish dry-walling the garage or pull Chris's car inside - and said "You need to get this car because the monster is here this week AND I MAY SET IT ON FIRE." Honestly, sometimes controlling the hormones is like putting a leash on fog. And the cramps! During college I had mild endometriosis wherein I curled into the fetal position for several uninterrupted days until a prescription offered me walking-upright hope. The past several days have not been entirely unlike those.

Our mothers have swooped in, eager to help as we mostly keep them on the bench due to our naively independent parenting style. The boys' one-day-a-week sitter started back to school this week which means I'm considering hiring a college sitter OH THE FUN; so Chris's dad took the boys swimming while Chris's mom is here tending to Ewan while I fulfill my contractual goodness. Of course because she is here, his fever went down and he hasn't puked since this morning. OF COURSE.

Sometimes you just have to laugh at Murphy's Law.

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