Once again, my Internet diagnosing skills were right. I am a brilliant Internet diagnoser. Have any weird symptoms? Contact me and I will totally figure out what you have. I will even find you photos of similar rashes/infections/diseases. I am good.
I tested positive for Fifth Disease. Of course. I just KNEW it. In a way, it is good to know for sure what it was, and in another way it is freaking me out again because.....aaah. Something about a perinatologist and high-risk pregnancy and fetal anemia and AHHHHHHHHHH. NO.
So. Anyway. What's going on with you? Let's change the subject. Because over here it is raining, and our dog is on her last legs and our porch screen is all shredded and our cars need emissions testing and the lawn needs to be fertilized and mowed, and Becca has just pulled all the baby toys out of my Monica closet and strewn them across the basement and the house is filthy and it isn't even nap time yet.
But, on a funnier note, here is a conversation that John and Becca had today.
John: What does Mommy have in her belly?
Becca: A baby.
John: What does Daddy have in his belly?
Becca: Chips. And cookies.