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2006-12-26 || 6:50 p.m. || planting a seed || having the flu on christmas day is one thing: waking up to put on christmas day finery only to find, after fastening and primping and putting on shoes, i really don't feel right. kind of like a hangover but without the previous night's revelry to validate it. i don't eat breakfast. i am offered a blanket to lie under on the couch. i excuse myself to the adjoining apartment next door, left vacant for visiting sons and wives of sons. i get up again to halfheartedly open presents, talk to relatives in law, refuse offers of more food, fantasize about throwing up daintily in the bush outside and sleeping out the rest of the day. i get my wish. but having the flu on the first christmas day with in laws is another thing: morning sickness is promptly brought up the first time i excuse myself to the adjoining apartment. i believe his dad brings it up first and makes michael uncomfortable. his mother mentions i don't feel well in front of aunt and grandmother and they are not shy about it: "morning sickness!" one yells, unabashedly delighted. morning sickness. i smile and think of throwing up. they pass around a baby. they look at michael and i, my stomach, the baby again. i distinctly felt like the host body. nevermind the nausea and the fever and the hysterical crying over feeling so bad. the family tree stopped shaking its branches when at approximately 9:27 i confirmed the flu and through out the morning sickness theory while projectile vomiting all over the lavatory of alaska airline flight 429. it made me feel a lot better, though. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |