Pete never got sick. We spent all day Tuesday in the doctor's office and all night in the emergency room. I would have tried to have someone watch him while we went to the hospital so he wasn't exposed to all those germs but my mind wasn't functioning correctly. Before P. took me to the emergency room I asked him to put socks on my hands and a hat on my head I was so cold. He decided at that point to take me in. That and the fact that my temperature was 102.6. I had an IV for 4 hours that administered fluids, morphine and anti-nausea medicine. Let's just say by the time I left I was feeling much better.
P. and I have had a date planned for today for a long time. Maybe 6 months now. Why? Because Sex and the City comes out today! It feels like Christmas. I know, Sex and the City doesn't really seem like me. I am not into shoes, fashion or big cities. I don't like cuss words, crude language or gossipy girls. But I love Sex and the City. Love it. Love Carrie Bradshaw's character, love the friendships they share, love the complexity of each relationship and how in the end they always have each other. Pete will be babysat by our friends for the evening while mom gets to see the highly anticipated movie. P. is such a good husband. I have dragged him to Juno, Baby Mama and now SATC all in the last few months.
Have a great weekend. Keep us in yours prayers. Here is a pic of Pete during his last bath. Love to all. AM, P. and Baby Pete