Let me just start by saying this post has nothing to do with running or weight loss. So I warned you.
If you are reading, and you know me in real life, you know I have a fear of........wait for it.......vomit.
Yes, I said it. I know most of you think I am nuts, but it is a real fear. I am afraid of it like some are afraid of spider, of water, of FLYING. It is so far reaching and so strange. I can trace it back to a nasty preschool incident, but I digress.
Myself, besides morning sickness (which DOESN'T BOTHER ME, yes weird I know), I have had the stomach flu maybe a dozen times in my entire life. And since I was 18 I have been sick three times. But once it was food poisoning, so that doesn't count.
The most recent time was this summer. A nasty little bug made its rounds in our family, extended and all. It lasted from one to another about FIVE weeks and it was not pleasant. Like it ever is.
Anyways, this morning my oldest gets up and seems a ok. He sits in his highchair, eats his yogurt.............
you can guess what happened next.
I cleaned him and his chair up, gave him some juice and away he went. Almost three hours later, he seems just fine.
And in the meantime I am having a full on anxiety attack. I knew when I had kids that I would be dealing with this. And especially now since they are SO CLOSE in age. But I am still feeling incredibly anxious that it is going to happen again. And again. And so on.
I think I need a psychiatrist.
If you made it this far, thanks for listening.
2 days ago