…my poor unborn child.
As I type this I feel like I need to take some advice from Spidi, and that is the only time I will ever say that in my entire life.
I feel like I need to be quarantined, of which I first spelled like corinteaned, after what I have been exposed to.
I know I said that Fiancé is sick , but honestly, it’s getting worse. Today I found out that his sister and father both have bronchitis.
I REFUSE to let him, or myself, be next.
Except, I think it’s too late for him based on his coughing. And, to be honest, I’m surprised death hasn’t already knocked on my door. Maybe it’s that Flu shot that I got last week.
So, I sit here watching The Sing-Off and have half of my sweatshirt covering my nose and mouth. I will not be a victim.