Poop, Squeals, & Laundry

That's right folks. And we're going on day #5. Jason and I added it up and estimated that we've changed close to 40 diarrhea diapers in the past five days...in all shades and colors. In fact, dare I say it, but there was one color (in the turquoise family) that was so pretty I wanted to save the diaper and try and find paint to match it for our guest bedroom. And for those of you with kids, you know, but the poop doesn't always stay int he diaper. Actually, most of the time it likes to gush out the edges like a smelly avalanche, roaring it's way down those chubby little legs and onto whatever meets it's path - one of those times it was mommy's tummy. Yum. So with that escapade comes laundry - LOADS of it. Everyday. Cause not only are we washing his clothes, but all the blankets and bedding that come along with it. Not to mention the baby who gets a dip in the sink with each poop avalanche. And the poor guy has pooped so much, his little behind is a bright shade of red to compliment his many shaded poops. And I probably don't even have to mention the lack of any kind of routine these days, shrill screams and fussiness, and constant streams of spit up. You get the picture.
Yes, our poor little fella has his first tummy virus. And it's not pretty (well, except for that turquoise poop). I miss my little giggles and constant smiles. We went to the doctor yesterday and there's nothing serious going on, so he just needs to ride it out. So that's what we're doing. I've been home working the past few days taking care of the little guy. The funny thing is I got sick two nights ago with unexplainable nausea. My skin was hurting and muscles aching and I felt like passing out when I would get up. But no fever...so no flu. Then what is it? It's been the great mystery the past few days. The other night the nausea was so bad, I came into the living room and slept on the floor (something I was notorious for doing when I was pregnant). I've had zero appetite and the nausea is overbearing at times...then at times it's not so bad. At any other moment, I'd swear I was pregnant cause all the symptoms match how I felt last year at this time. But don't go suggesting baby names for us or anything, cause I think it's near impossible since that little Aunt of mine has just packed her bags a few days ago.
Anyway, in the meantime Jason's been a DREAM. He was totally Mr. Mom yesterday, taking care of both of us, changing diapers, getting medicine...there was a moment when I walked in the living room with Lincoln sprawled across his chest asleep and it was priceless. I would have taken a picture but didn't want to wake him up. I'm just reminded everyday, even in the midst of more poop than you can imagine, how blessed I am. :)