Then this past Monday, I came down with the stomach flu. I woke up in the early morning shaky and nauseated, threw up in the kitchen sink, and spent rest of the morning crying and dry-heaving over a waste basket. Rob got the doctor's number off the list on the fridge, and polled me about my symptoms.
"Has she felt like this before?" the nurse asked him over the phone.
When she was pregnant," Rob answered. He quickly added, "We don't think she's pregnant."
It really was just the flu, and I'm not pregnant. And I've changed my tune completely. Thanks to this little stomach bug, I remember just how completely awful it was to be pregnant, I'm in no hurry to have another baby again any time soon.
Nothing like a bonus round of morning sickness to squelch your baby lust.