I don't want to brag but I have a kick ass immune system. I don't get sick often.
But the odds were against my poor immune system. It seems everyone we encounter on this base is sick at the moment. They're either sniffling, sneezing, coughing, dripping snot, and if they're really unlucky, they're doing all those things and it's all, "Oh geez, don't get your nasty germs on me."
Tom is in training now and he's been reporting that everyone in the room was sick.
He started training about two weeks ago and my immune system worked on overdrive trying to keep the evil coldies away.
But last night, it gave up.
Pretty much told me, "Sorry, you're on your own. I can't handle this anymore."
And I woke up with a sore throat, a stuffed up nose and no appetite.
Fine immune system, just fine.
No vitamin C for you.
Tom also doesn't get sick often but he finally succomed to the cold too. I think our immune systems are in sync. Or, you know, we swapped our germs with the kissing.
And Tommy, he has had a runny nose for the past few days that has turned into light coughing.
Seriously though, we're a family of awesome immune systems. Tommy is rarely sick and I tell him to thank my boobs for that.
"HUH?" he'll look completely and utterly shocked at that.
Then Tom will go, "AMBER. Don't tell him that! Geez."
And I'll go, "But it's true!"
Because even when he does get sick, it passes fairly quickly and he's only been in the ER once. That was because I was a New Mom though. He was about eleven months old I believe and started to puke every few minutes. He turned into that chick from The Exorcist, only he was vomiting orange stuff, not green.
It scared the crap out of me so I made Tom take us to the ER.
"He just has a stomach virus," Tom grumbled, but took me anyway because I wouldn't stop crying and the vomit was beginning to gross him out.
It was just a stomach virus. The doctor was kind though, probably used to hysterical mothers.
This is why I plan on breastfeeding Natalie as well.
No more talk of the family of sickies.
Yesterday we went to Target.
Of course Tom was freaked out.
Why he even bothers to leave the house is beyond me.
(Oh yeah. Because I force him to. Hah!)
What freaked him out were all the shoppers in the Christmas aisles. Because, you know, everything was 50% off and when things are 50% off people tend to go nuts. They'll buy things they don't even need just because, well, it's 50% off.
I only found some Star Wars ornaments for Tommy.
The rest of the stuff I reminded myself that I didn't really need.
Even though I found a really cute Santa rug. But Tom was all, "Why in the world do we need a Santa rug??"
Because it's FESTIVE you Grinch.
We were in and out in fifteen minutes.
Had it been just me I'd have been wandering around for over an hour.
I sort of go into a shopping daze when I'm by myself or with someone who also appreciates the fine art of shopping.
I also got the bouncer I wanted for Natalie.
Here's a secret: if you ask for things when you see Tom is really aggitated, he'll usually say yes because he wants to leave.
So I was all, "Oh here's the bouncer I wanted!" and he was all, "Yeah yeah put it in the cart, can we GO??"
Then we checked out.
And Tom was baffled by the total cost.
He grabbed that receipt and shouted, "That bouncer was FIFTY TWO bucks!"
The cashier sort of smirked. She obviously had seen stressed out husbands before.
"It's a GOOD bouncer," I promised.
Tom shoved the receipt in his pocket. "It better be good for fifty two bucks. What does it do, fly?"
"No even better! It vibrates AND it can play music. AND it's soft AND you can throw the chair part in the washer in case Natalie makes a mess on it. The cheaper bouncers you can't do that you know.." I explained as we walked to the truck.
"FIFTY TWO BUCKS!"
Tom couldn't seem to get that out of his head.
So I went for the guilt.
"Don't you want your daughter to have nice things?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
This sort of worked. Tom sighed and went, "I do but..it's a bouncer for goodness sakes. You just plop the kid in it. Bouncers should not cost fifty two dollars. They just shouldn't.."
I patted him on the shoulder. "Welcome to the year 2006--soon to be 2007--where most things are overpriced.."