I have been awake for seven hours. Trust me, this is a huge accomplishment. Apart from getting dressed to either pick Keegan up or drop him off depending on the time of day, I have not done anything else. Last night I took a sleeping pill but still woke up at 1am when the tylenol wore off. I tried to take more but ended up vomiting, yay. I woke with him at 6:30 and then went back to bed at 9 after dropping him off. I attempt to eat and drink but nothing sounds or tastes good. I can't believe I thought I could go back to work. Tonight my mom came and helped me with Keegan while I did dishes and laundry and picked up. A sick house always makes me feel sicker. And it was nice to have some company. I want to burn my pyjamas and sheets but I settled for washing them in scathing hot water. I am going to take another sleeping pill and go to bed. Please let tomorrow be the day I wake up and feel like myself again. Because kids I have a bag to pack and a plane to catch. Dual baby showers wait for no woman.

PS I have been in constant communication with Erika and we've decided it is safe for me to travel. It would help if people stopped telling stories about babies arriving within hours of mothers being told they weren't dilated. Shhh...let's give them the weekend to get ready okay?