The girls took their medicine willingly this morning and then ate their breakfast all up. Everything was going well until Emma projectile puked all over me. I had told John to stay in bed and get some rest (he is now getting sick) but I had to scream at the top of my lungs to wake him up because I was just covered. Leah was up at the table giving us the play by play “Yuck, Emma sick” “Ack, Ick” (pictures lots of disgusted faces as the waves of puke cover me) “ohhh Emma” and then the after John took Emma and Leah saw my shirt/hair/face she let out a big “OH MY GOD”. I nearly died laughing. They both picked up an “oh my god” habit from my mom but I thought they’d forgotten. I wish I had it on video.
They were ok most of the day but we’re having another medicine revolt right now. I’ve got some good ideas (thanks Aurie) that I think might work but just not at the end of the day. We need to get them mid afternoon when they’re not hungry and cranky. The only reason I’m actually here writing this is because John sent me upstairs because I was going to lose it. My patience is wearing thin, it’s a good thing I married a patient man.
On to happier thoughts. Today I am 26 weeks and about to start my third trimester. I had an appointment with Dr Shuen yesterday morning and everything is going well. Baby C’s heartrate was 147 and my belly is measuring big still at 28 weeks. Dr. Shuen thinks if I go full term (and he doesn’t see any reason why I won’t) that Baby C will be at least 8lbs if not 9lbs. Yikes. The girls were really big for 33 weekers but I had always attributed that to the fact that I didn’t move much from week 26 - 33. It’s crazy that at this point with the girls I had finished work the day before and I was on my way to the hospital for a steroid shot for their lungs because he was very concerned I was going to go before 30 weeks.
