Malaria. This is what I felt like when I've had malaria - the last time, in 2006. Like I've been hit by a 1,000 Mack trucks, over and over. I have a cold right now too, which doesn't help matters. I went home early from work yesterday and stayed home today, in absolute misery. Funny how P. falciparum has the same "invasion of the body snatchers" effect on me as our future offspring does.
For the moment we are calling the little one Bassou until we find out if we're having a boy or a girl. I'd asked MoBob one time about Berber names and he came up with Bassou, which I thought sounded so funny and odd. His Moroccan friends are appalled - "it's the name of a shepherd!" one of them said - but it stuck, and now I send MB text messages like, "Bassou is hungry" or "Bassou wants to see his babba (daddy)."