Strep Throat yet again

Well, I woke up on Saturday morning with a little bit of a sore throat. Didn't really think anything much about it, until the extreme nauseaousness hit around noon, quickly followed by feverish chills and a temperature reading of 101. I immediately knew that I had strep throat again, but went to the Immediate Care Center, and they confirmed what I already knew. This marks the third time in four months that I have had strep throat. The question now becomes whether or not I am a carrier of strep throat. If I am, the possibility of getting my tonsils out becomes quite a reality. This is not a reality I am ready and willing to face. I have read a little (okay, a lot) about adults getting their tonsils removed, and it's one of the most painful experiences. There is about 2 weeks recovery - off from work, and possibly another 2 weeks of not eating solid foods. Do you know what would happen if I could not eat solid food for a whole month? I would seriously wither away to nothing, and Brooke would weigh more than I do. I don't deal well with pain, especially throat pain. For whatever reason, I am a HUGE baby when it comes to that. Then you multiply the worst throat pain times 1,000 and give that pain to me for 2 weeks? No thanks. I will pass.

So, please please please, pray that I am not a carrier (and that Brooke is not a carrier) and that I just have not gotten rid of my first round of strep. I am hoping that this strong antibiotic (shoot, brb, gotta take my meds...K, better now) will kill all of the bacteria and I will be strep free for quite some time.

On a better note...

Brooke has been the sweetest child for the last few days. I am not sure if it's a phase she is going through, but she is listening well, playing well, and so incredibly lovable. She has been just wanting to sit and read books, play quietly, no temper tantrums or anything right now. I love being her mommy all the time, but it's times like these that I thank my lucky stars for the child I received. Not sure how I got so lucky. As I was typing this last sentence, Brooke started to whimper and whine while sleeping. I walked upstairs to see if anything was wrong. She looks at me, smiles and says "Mommy?" in the sweetest little voice. Then she asks where Daddy is. Then I tell her to go back to sleep and that I love her, to which she returns with "I love you too, Mommy", and smiles and goes back to sleep. Ahhh, the joy!!