Reese was finally starting to feel better on Thursday, but I felt sick all day. I couldn't tell if it was just being pregnant or if it was about to hit. And then at 10:00 p.m. it hit. At some point that night, Drew got it, too. It was miserable. By Friday evening, Drew was able to walk around. I didn't accomplish that feat until last night, and even then, it lasted only about 15 minutes. However, today, I am finally able to move around. I think I will be able to eat something more than chicken broth.
The worst part is that Drew's mom, who came to take care of Reese, got sick last night. She said she was ok to go home this morning, but I still feel terrible that she got it, too.
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