I Hate Being Pregnant

After being asleep for barely an hour, I woke up choking and had to run to the bathroom to throw up. During which I also lost control of my bladder and peed all over the floor. I took a shower but I'm still too grossed out to sleep.

Yep, it's officially a new low. I am too grossed out by my own bodily functions to get back to sleep.

I hate being pregnant.

"My need medicine! My gotsa nuffy nose!"

Because part of the point of this is to record the adorable things my children say.

(Miss L did not, in fact, have a "nuffy nose." She got over the cold more than a week ago. But it's hanging on with Baby J and she's feeling left out.)

This house has been quarrantined due to plague.

All four of us passed around three strains of the flu bug for almost two weeks. Not fun at all. (The Committee and I also realized this was the first time we'd both been sick at the same time since we had kids. We usually both get whatever's going around, but one at a time.)

There were a couple of upsides to this, though. Miss L has finally consented to walking up or down the stairs under her own power (because there was no way I was hauling her up and down two flights multiple times a day). And oddly enough, Baby J decided to suddenly start sleeping 7-8 hours at a stretch. Regularly. Like, every night. I put her down at 9 or so and she doesn't peep until 5.