After conferring with Meghan, it's the only logical conclusion for the ambiguous little ball of ache that's been hanging out just above my belly button for the past two and a half days. Ruled out:1) real baby (awesome!)
2) excessive lady problems
3) Food poisoning? Doesn't true food poisoning tether you to the toilet for hours on end? There's luckily none of that messiness here, although two out of three people I see somewhat regularly ate food at the same potluck on Sunday and two of us are having stomach issues.
Baby Dinosaur for the win!
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At least I think we can rule out appendicitis, since you're not dead yet.
oh, crap, I forgot about the myriad Web MD possibilities...
I think my egg finally cracked...thank goodness:)
Oh good. I'm pretty sure I'm cured now too, but Mama was pretty disappointed when I told her she wouln't have a playmate since the dinosaur never actually appeared.
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