Don't use my lotto numbers, or sit by me on a plane, or walk anywhere in the vicinity of me

I have shit for luck. Excuse my french.

Yesterday, while playing with my munchkin, INDOORS, I was bit by a fire ant. Apparently my body has developed an amazing capacity to try to fight off evil predators, as exemplified by the fact that it tried contract both my babies out 10-20 weeks early, it is still causing pain 8 months after Death Fever, and now this.......I had an allergic reaction to the ant bite. My face got hot, I started sweating, my lips started swelling, and then I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Then I wanted to put my head down, anywhere. I was crawling around on the floor, trying to stay near the kids. That has been my biggest fear from the minute I had kids. Luckily, I swallowed some benadryl and it worked super fast. And, Rylan turned into super big brother and listened to his mama as I asked him to go get my phone and him and Max a snack. By the time that Rob got home to save me, I was better. Now I just have this super huge swollen area on my wrist where the scene of the crime happened. I'll be investing in the benadryl things that melt on your tongue AND asking the doctor about an epi pen. And getting some ant traps. Apparently my body doesn't want alien beings anywhere near it.

I'm just so lucky. Lucky for a person who is seriously unlucky. But, I got better. I got bit instead of Max, who was, literally inches from me. I wasn't my usual "I don't want to bother anybody" self and called Rob for help as soon as I started feeling funny. So, yeah, pretty lucky. I love my Rob, and my kids, and benadryl.