I keep thinking--now this is a luxury I won't have for long. To just shut down and stay quiet when I'm sick, to just focus on my own needs. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to hate myself for this later, but even that thought makes me kind of excited. Everything I do right now has the same sense of "Is this the last time without kids?" Some of it is a little daunting, like being sick while parenting. Some is the watercolor daydream stuff, like realizing at Easter that next year we can hide eggs. But all of it feels exciting.
Please don't make me re-read this in a couple of