I had a great post half-written in my head for today. The big news this week is that I started feeling that "quickening" thing, where you first start sensing your very wee fetus moving around. It's a couple weeks early this time, but I'd know that prickly bubble-popping tickle anywhere.
But then when I went to type it out my hypothetical entry this morning -- after a loooooooong day of dealing with a fetchy, irritable and slightly-ill toddler followed by an even looooooooooooooonger night of getting up every hour on the hour for Vomiting Preschooler Duty, trading off responsibilities of back-rubbing/comforting/fresh jammies/fresh sheets/etc. with Jason -- it kind of looked something like this:
Verg! Blabbity. Farfenneurgen ALL CAPS bleurgen blee.
Right around this time I myself was suddenly hit with the urge to make a mad dash for the bathroom. And not for one last round of morning sickness, I am pretty sure of that.
So you know what? I was saving this for a special occasion, but here.
It's pretty cute, right? I'm asking honestly, because I don't even know anymore. Freaking cheeseball infectious germbags, the both of 'em.