In Part II of my Dear Diary series, it turns out that our second child to come down with this demon illness actually has Strep Throat.  I took him to the doctor today after feeling in my gut that 104 fever spikes for five days was just wrong.  Our old crusty pediatrician even felt sorry for him, and gave the rest of us some medications too, assuming Mom and Dad are next - Dad has a fever so that’s probably a correct assumption.  This is one of the really frustrating parts of parenting - figuring out how to detect an illness that you’ve never seen before.  Fortunately, we are now taking advantage of antibiotics, and it seems that everyone is going to be just fine in a day or so.  I’ll get back to sharing interesting and relevant information soon.  With all of this drama, I think I am scaring a pregnant woman in my office half to death.  She first wants to know what she’ll catch from me, and then she’s wondering if she’ll survive this parenthood thing.  I shared my insights on the “must buy” items with her, and in the process, I felt like I really knew something.  Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we have Strep Throat growing that no one noticed.  I guess that’s part of the deal.  Hanging on for the ride and relying on your instincts to handle situations where you lack solid information.