Last night I was laying with my four year old at bedtime. We had finished reading a book and were having “snuggle time”, which is basically a time when I lay with him in the dark for a few minutes and try my hardest not to fall asleep. I currently have a 50% success rate.
As I was laying with him and hearing all about how he was afraid of the cute little monsters on his bedding (not the best purchase I’ve ever made), my stomach started to rumble a little bit. I had been feeling a bit nauseous throughout the day and I wondered if I had eaten something bad or if I was coming down with a bug. I ignored it for awhile, but then I had to pass gas. Continue reading