Parasites?!? Plague?!?

I am sick of gingerale. I am sick of banana's. I am sick of applesauce. I am sick of being sick. Oh man.

So yesterday Tim's dad was able to come up and hang out with us. I was feeling better, on the mend. But I guess I overdid it, cause this morning I was back in bed (and back in the bathroom). I don't have a clue what it could be. I have these crazy indigestion burps, nausea, the runs, and my tummy is in a french twist. I don't have the chills anymore, and I guess I should be happy about that. What could it be?!? I know, it's a...

Gee, I hope not! But I can tell you definitively that singing songs with babies tomorrow will be a very unpleasant experience. Can't wait. Ohh... And get this for irony: tomorrow, I will be reading the book There was an Old Lady who Swallowed a Fly. I just hope I don't puke right there in the middle of the room.