Clara came down with a fever on Monday and was pretty pitiful for about 24 hours. Colby actually had a fever last Saturday, but we chalked it up to teething, and figured that was probably the case for her as well. Well unless 30-year-olds can also suffer from teething, our diagnosis was a little bit off, because I came down with a fever on Tuesday and Brian followed suit yesterday. I guess the silver lining is that we didn't all catch this "bug" at the same time?
Nonetheless, at least one of us has felt crummy every day this week. Thankfully I have the greatest husband ever, so when I was feeling like I had been hit by a truck on Tuesday evening, he went to fetch me a DQ blizzard to enjoy while I was taking a bath. (By the way, the downside to this combination of activities is that you are basically watching yourself getting fatter while you eat without any loose-fitting clothes to trick yourself into thinking otherwise. So... yeah, maybe don't do it if you're having a low self-esteem day.)
And while we're on the topic of dairy products, I can safely say that the milk transition for the babies has not been successful. I know that we might have a little more success if we would give it to them in bottles, but I am being stubborn and refuse to do that since they drink water out of sippy cups all the time with no problem. If you can't tell, we subscribe to the "tough love" philosophy when it comes to many facets of parenting. :)
Relatedly, and very importantly, I pumped at work for the last time yesterday!!!!!!! There are really not enough exclamation points in the world to truly express my excitement. It was glorious. I cannot tell you how excited I am to not have to lug that bag to/from work every day, awkwardly carry bottles of milk and pump parts to and from the break room, and explain to random co-workers why there is a "please do not disturb" sign on my door. Oh, yeah, and there's the whole part about not having to actually pump! I will, however, miss having 30-minute increments of uninterrupted alone time.
And this has nothing to do with anything, but I had a dream the other night that majorly stressed me out and that I actually have on a semi-regular basis: I drove into the parking lot at my office and realized I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. In the dream, I am always scrambling to find a store nearby where I can buy work-appropriate attire (and that's open before 7:30 am?), but inevitably I can't find anything in my size and then I end up running late for work in addition being dressed inappropriately. Do any of you have this dream? And is this the boring adult version of accidentally showing up to school with no clothes on as a kid?!