I think maybe I have the swine flu?

I doubt it, but let’s just say that last night when I was half asleep and feverish and shaking with chills, the last thing I felt like doing was getting-up to feed Harris.  Thankfully, the fever went away pretty quickly, but I still didn’t enjoy the next four feedings of the night anymore than the first.  (To his credit, Clay had been trying to give him a bottle, but he just wasn’t taking it.)  Ahhh, motherhood.