Jami Vs the Krakorian Death Virus

So, Jami, drop a bomb on us and disappear? Not my intent, believe me. Know what's worse than being sick? Being sick and pregnant. Can't fight the way I normally would. I had some sort of evil alien Death Flu and my normal weapons (NyQuil, Mike's Hard Lemonade, Extreme-hot showers, even McDonalds Double Cheeseburgers) were all off of the table. The cheeseburgers because my pregnant belly decided that all solid foods were the enemy. So I suffered and moaned and spent lots of quality time in the bathroom and my bed. I'm in recovery, thanks to Gatorade, Tylenol and relatives who kept Captain Chaos busy so I could nap and vomit in peace. I intend to get back to the blogging, once I've had an entire day of eating and not feeling weak and sick. On a much sadder note, my heart and prayers go out to my brother and sister-in-law, who are suffering a loss of a pregnancy. Those of you who are praying folk, please keep them in your prayers as they grieve. They are a model of strength and faith even in this and I know that God will bless them even in this tragedy.