Three things to report: One bad, one good, and one in the middle.
I have the flu. It sucks. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. One with a really runny, snotty front bumper.
My mom came to bail me out. Because sometimes everybody just needs their momma. Oh yeah, and because Casey is out of town (did I mention that?), so I was on my own with my nearly-one-year-old daughter and the absolutely sickly, nasty, drop-me-on-my-butt flu. Thank goodness for that woman.
Leah has decided it's time to stop nursing. I don't know if it was the flu or what, but she wouldn't take any milk last night or this morning. That pretty much settled it. We were only 2 weeks out from giving it up forcibly, so I suppose I'm grateful that she decided on her own. I certainly had mixed emotions, though. I wasn't quite ready to stop nursing - today - even if I had prepared to give it up in just a few short weeks.
The plus side: Since we're done nursing, I got to take some Theraflu. And because my mommy is here, I got to take a nap. HEAVEN.