So this weekend was a bonding experience… LO brought a virus into the house and after she recovered Sebastian was the first to fall. I thought he was just faking it tbh so that he could have a Saturday lie in. My friend (AK) who is now looking after LO was the next one down. She didnt surface for 3 days. I kept having to text her to check she was still alive! “You two are so weak I said” as I went out for my daily marathon hike with LO to the park. Only when I got back I felt a bit weak .. and a bit sick. Then LO clambered over my stomach. Bad move … welcome projectile vomiting! Oh my it literally came squirting out of my mouth. I had to throw LO to Sebastian and run as fast as I could to the bathroom before the next lot came streaming out. It actually reminded me of my last pre-baby birthday when I had overdone it on prosecco. But I didnt even have the fun memory of getting drunk to get me through this one.. It was this weird virus that swept through and ravaged our bodies for 24 hrs destroying everything in its path. I literally couldn’t have survived if Sebastian hadn’t taken over when I went down. Which made me wonder … should we try and be a family again??!!