But. I'm actually writing this post from my sick bed. I got a tummy bug last night, with huge waves of nausea, back ache and shivers that had me curled around a hot water bottle all night. Plus a large bucket positioned strategically next to the bed. You get the picture. I've slept most of the day and am starting to feel a bit better, just very weak. Mr. T started off trying to convince me that my nausea could be a good thing, a very good thing, but I knew better. This is a bug, I feel like crap, I told him. After I woke him up a number of times in the night to fill up the hot water bottle, or to bring me more OJ, I think he stopped with that positive thinking crap. Oh yeah the 2WW is nearly up and I'm having none of the maybe, just maybe thoughts. I expect AF. I've even got my pads ready and waiting which I usually never do - I'm usually caught out as I hope and hope. Not this time!
This bug couldn't have come at a worse time. Tomorrow one of my best friends, who I haven't seen for a year, is arriving. I want to be on top form, so we can catch up and talk until the wee hours of the morning and generally have fun! And I am also looking after a friend's little girl for a few days. She is so adorable and I can't wait to spend time with her. She is a very easy child to be around, charming and loads of fun. I had planned a very girly weekend. Just the three of us - baking, painting, playing games, swimming and watching X factor - apparently she is a huge fan! So come on immune system make me better! This is going to be a good weekend! I also want to have my mad IFers tea party before the end of the month - I just don't think I could keep down much tea and cakes right now.
