So every time I’ve had to bail on a work trip before this, it’s been baby’s fault. Well, my fault, but as a result of the baby’s existence. And my dedication to breastfeeding.
Now that we’re partially weaning and I’m feeling better than I have in months, I was just so looking forward to the trip this week. I was going to attend 140conf in New York City and help promote another baby I hold dear (I don’t breastfeed that one though).
And then came the crippling evil stomach virus from hell. I thought stomach viruses were always ’24-hour bugs.’ But this was the worst abdominal pain I’ve ever experienced aside from… well, you know.
So I spent four days with on/off fever and dehydration headaches, while either doubled over in bed or in the bathroom (overshare?). I also didn’t eat for that long (and actually managed to lose those last couple of nagging preggo kilos). I went the entire Yom Haaztmaut without touching a single BBQ’d anything (a record I’m sure!).
But I came out of the sick closet yesterday and had a great day seeing people and congregating in the Israeli outdoors, as I suppose it should be on Yom Haatzmaut. So there’s that.
There’s always the next conference, next project, next baby…