the sicklies

The sicklies got me. Not exactly sure what but I feel like total crapola. Paul stayed home with me today because all night and all morning I was on the verge of vomiting (is that t.m.i.?). So there is definitely nothing exciting going on in the Hebert house today. Once he was finally done chowing down (he ate for what seemed like hours haha), G snuggled up with me to make me feel better:

That is my sad face after I told Paul how sad it is that he won't always be able to cuddle with us like this. Paul just thinks I am crazy for getting sentimental already haha.

I already slacked on my photo-a-day resolution yesterday. So, Paul had just left to go to the gym and I was feeding my sweet tooth while Gray was sleeping when I decided to be the lamest mom on the planet with my picture for today. I'm sorry, I just could not help myself when I pulled these two out of the bag. I am weak to these kind of cheesy photo ops:





He is making the cutest little noises in his sleep. Warms my heart even though the sicklies are taking back over again.

If you think of us on Thursday, send up a little thought or a prayer for me. Last week, I went to the doctor for a gland that's been noticeably swollen for a few months now. He thought my thyroid was enlarged and that it might be underactive so I got a thyroid ultrasound on Friday and she also took pictures of the lump in the top of my neck (maybe thyroid, not sure). Yesterday, doctor's office called back saying the ultrasound confirmed a lump in my neck, so on Thursday morning I am going to an ENT specialist to hopefully find out what's going on or at least get more tests done. Normally, I probably wouldn't be so worried, but having a baby really does bring out the worst thoughts when it comes to your health and mortality. I've been feeling pretty lousy for the past day or so, especially today, and it sucks that I can't be doing more with him. Not that he is Mr. Active right now but I want to get out with him and take him to the bookstore and the coffee shop to meet with friends, especially during the week when not very many people are out... very "Amanda" things for me to do and I don't even have the smallest urge to do them. I hate not being at my best while I have this time with him and I still haven't felt like myself since delivery. So... just hoping for an answer and generally better health so I can be at my best during the rest of my time at home with him. Have I mentioned how much I'm dreading my return to work??