so, last night i'm sitting on the couch with my hands sticking straight up in the air because it's unbearable to have them touching anything and i hear my husband upstairs taking bb into his room for bed. i yell goodnight and bb says (as clearly as he's ever said anything) "good night, mommy. i love you." (love comes out "yuv") it's probably the only thing that could have put a smile on my face. thank goodness for that little boy!
i'm on the mend. i can type now--at least a little. . .