Sick as a dog

I'm not sure where that phrase came from, but I know all too well what it means. I caught the virus that Andrew had last week and have been sick as a dog since Sunday. I'll spare you the gory (and green) details, but I didn't eat for three days and lost about 7 pounds. I broke down and went to the Dr. yesterday...the baby is totally fine. (Heard the heartbeat. Phew!) I'm just a little dehydrated. The Dr. also said the baby is taking everything it needs from my body; that's one of the reasons it's taking me so long to get rid of the virus. I finally ate a little yesterday and felt well enough this morning to make the commute to work. It feels good to be out of the house. Hopefully it's all better from here.