Although suffering from a stomache ailment that kept him up all night, Paul performed magic this morning and set up the wireless in the house. I am no longer slave to his breaks for internet access and can type away at my own desk. (Unfortunately, the morning sun is glaring right on my face through the window, or this would really be a singing-from-the-rooftops moment.)
Will and I feel fine. I actually do feel a little queesy, but will take garlic tonic soon. I may have to force-feed Paul my homemade remedy, but it will be for his own good. (To combat stomache ailments while traveling, I whole-heartedly endorse the consumption of raw garlic. Try taking it down with milk or water and using a lemon or lime chaser. It works, it works, it works.)
The queesy belly could also be the baby, who, at 23 weeks today has been performing jumping jacks all morning — visibly punching out on all sides. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was further along that 23 weeks. Will was not moving like this so early… at least, that I can remember.
Last note: I posted to the expat mailing list looking for a pediatrician for Will. With a day, I received Twenty-Three helpful responses. What a friendly community!
Anonymous | 06-Jan-06 at 6:51 am | Permalink
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY!!!
i am so jealous of the experiences you are going to have in LIMA…. be safe, have fun, and good luck with your work!!