Jerry got sick a few days ago and I'm absolutely terrified of getting it. Although his symptoms are mild -- sore throat, cough, just feeling lousy -- I don't want any virus attacking our fetus.
So he's been extra careful about covering his mouth and cleaning up after himself while I've been disinfecting every surface with germ-killing wipes and washing my hands every 30 seconds.
We're also trying to avoid general germ-transferring physical contact, which I've discovered is very difficult for us. We're usually very free with our affection be it hugs, high fives or even just holding hands while sitting on the couch watching TV.
The hardest part has been sleeping in separate rooms. Even though we don't go to bed at the same time, I always enjoy crawling next to him after work and whispering "good night." Sometimes he stirs enough to have a brief conversation, other times not, but it's just comforting being beside him.
The change in our nightly ritual has confused Toby to no end. He's not sure who to crawl into bed with, so we usually leave the doors open and let him decide as the mood strikes. Sometimes he comes and goes between beds two or three times a night, which, to me, says every time he wakes up, he checks to see how the other person is doing. And I love having such a loving dog.
Our tactics might seem extreme, but so far, so good. I don't want to jinx myself, but I can't ever remember a time when one of us was sick that the other one didn't get it shortly thereafter. This time, however, it's been at least four or five days and I'm feeling fine and Jerry is showing signs of being on the mend.
I'll probably give it another two days just to be sure, then he can clean the sheets and disinfect the bedroom.
But the thing I'm most looking forward to is one of his bear hugs.