Ugh. Food Poisoning.

I don't think I've ever experienced food poisoning before. And after having finally experienced it, I'm not sure I ever want to deal with it again.

I will say though, that it has been the weirdest thing to simply not be hungry. It's not even an, "Oh the thought of food makes my stomach turn," kind of not hungry. There's simply no appetite.

Which is weird.

At least for me. Because it wasn't that long ago (like when I was pregnant and then later when I was pumping) when it seemed like I was ALWAYS hungry.

But I must say, I have the best little boy ever. He's been so patient with me not feeling well. I can tell it's been a little rough on him (he's not getting to roam around as much as usual, and he's not getting as much attention as usual), but he seems to be taking things in stride pretty well.

And I'm sure that Rich has been liking that when he does get to roam around, he can do pretty much what he likes. You know, within reason.

Like exploring our upstairs bathroom. He loves opening and closing the drawers and doors. And he pulls out about half the contents of the cupboards and tosses/rolls things around. (No worries, all the dangerous stuff is on top of the counter, out of his reach. So yes, our bathroom is a little chaotic most of the time.)

Blessings: Rich hasn't gotten sick. Tyler got sick, but I don't think he got hit as hard as I did, so he's already recovering really well. Baby Einstein is a lifesaver--it's the only thing Rich is even remotely interested in watching, and for the past couple days it has helped keep him entertained so that I can recover (aka lay down in his room while he plays/try not to die). And Rich has been sleeping really well through the nights, despite all the noise Tyler and I have been making as we revisit the food we'd had for dinner. This also means that Tyler and I have been able to get pretty good sleep (despite throwing up) which has aided us immensely in recovering quickly.

So all in all, food poisoning is terrible. I encourage everyone to avoid it. But it isn't (or at least hasn't been for us) the worst experience of our lives.

PS--when did Richie get so big!? He can reach doorknobs now! (Although, thankfully, he can't turn them.)