Never a Good Time...

Oh this mama is sick. Worried sick and sick, sick. Literally.

Sadly, I came down with a cold Sunday afternoon/evening that about knocked me on my backside Wednesday. And when I got the text from Jack yesterday that said he had come down with it, I just about cried. Poor Jack doesn't do so well with colds and flying.

It's so true, there is never a good time to ever be sick. But this timing has me absolutely worried sick as we are getting ready to host John and Ashley's baby shower tomorrow afternoon/evening and then just a few hours later, we load the car to head to the airport to catch a 6:00am flight to Chicago Sunday morning.

I'm so worried about the little guy catching the crud before our flight and while we're traveling. It just breaks my heart to think of him in any pain during our flight(s). So far he's showing no signs or symptoms. And would you know he's and has been the sweetest, easiest baby EVER this week. I was so looking forward to this trip as a time to rest, catch up on the blog(s), and explore the city with the boys. Maybe laying low and spending time in a hotel room is just what the Lord had in mind for us or maybe, just maybe we've got a super high flying germ fighter on our hands.

Come on sweet lil' boy, you can do it!