I've wiped Isabelle's nose clean and brought her to play dates. Once I even took her to our playgroup with a temperature. Somehow she'd looked okay when we'd left the house. In fact, I just couldn't face staying home alone while the other moms drank wine and ate cookies. Sickness is one thing.
Depression is another.
Often, my desire to avoid germs or transmitting them directly conflicts with my need to see people. Your skin is broken out. This means that you are having a girl. She dips a wooden stick into a pot of warm wax and slathers the goo under both of my brows. If you were going to have a boy, you see, your skin would be clear - a boy gives the mother beauty.