in sickness and in heath (and when benadryl looks overly friendly)

I have to be the worlds worst blogger. It's been a month since my last post and with all that has happened the only thing I can think to write about is this damn crud that Jon so lovingly gave to me and that I inadvertently gave to Jaxen despite my efforts not to. It's funny to me. When people get married, they take a vow to do what they can in sickness and in health. When you have a baby, you don't take that vow, not verbally anyways and defiantly not together. It is my experience that when a man and a woman get together and decide to have a child (or in some cases tequila decides for them) the woman, without knowing it, signs in blood to be the primary caretaker when said child is sick. Never mind is mom is sick or dad. Go hang out with your friends dad. It's cool. The baby and I will sit here and feel like shit together....no...not quite I guess. He is in Oklahoma, but on a phone conversation where I confided in him how much hell I really did feel like, he still managed to call me a sissy. I honestly think I have taken more pills this week than in the rest of my life. My RN of a mother has been shoving all kinds of things down my throat. Vitamin C chewable chalk shit, liquid something or another that I had more trouble holding down than a shot of 151, and lord knows what else. Oh by the way, one of the pills I'm not taking? No baby pills. Now don't go jumpin' to any conclusions here. We are not trying to have another baby right now. I just managed to lose them in the week long move from my house where I spend a week with Jon to my parents where I stay while he is away working. I'll just have to tell him when he gets home that we have to prevent babies the old fashioned way. ......No not by celibacy, by condoms. I get marina put in next month. I'm going to do the five year. Though we do hope to have another baby before the five years is up. I will graduate (if everything goes according to my plan) in 2013...two more years once this spring semester starts. But wait! There's more. I have to get a job, then we have to find and start paying for a house. THEN we can start trying for number two. As much as I would love for my kids to be a little closer in age than three or four years, I have to do what's best for the family and drown my baby fever in the no-baby brand of Tylenol.