I'm having a bad week, health-wise. My stomach has been a mess. And I'm worried that Squirmy isn't getting the nutrition he/she needs right now. I didn't eat much, and what I did eat wasn't exactly chock-full of vitamins. But it was all I could stomach.

Unfortunately, Peat has also been having a bad week. He's been having migraines and stomach issues for a while. He's way worse off than I am, though, as he's been violently ill since 6am this morning. I hate when he's sick - I feel so helpless. There's nothing I can do for him; it's just got to take its course.

It really makes me nervous to think about when my child gets sick. I know it'll happen eventually - all kids get sick sometime. But if I get this upset when Peat get sick - and he's a grown man - I can't imagine the wreck I'll be when my baby gets sick.

As my cuzzie says, being skick skucks. But it's worse when people you love are skick.