I didn’t make my Spring Salad for Easter Sunday. In fact, this weekend really didn’t go as planned at all. As I write, I continue to feel weak and achy all over, trying to get my body on the mend before Cinco signals his arrival any day now. On Saturday, our family came down with the most terrible stomach virus I think we’ve ever experienced. We ruled out food poisoning as we and another family were both exposed at the same function a day earlier, with the same repercussions. Though clearly unintentional, it was a preventable disaster, making it all the harder to bear. At 39 1/2 weeks, dehydration and vomiting is not to be desired, not to mention, completely debilitating with the usual aches, pains, and contractions that come with this stage of pregnancy. Unlike many other times of illness and duress at our home, my dear Preacher could […]