Well I'm still throwing up. Yup. Still. And I nearly fainted a few times today too, just to make things interesting. On one occasion I got up (slowwly) to see why there was such a clattering in the kitchen, to see Jenna standing in the sink waving and laughing at Morgan in the garden. I got as far as, "Um, Jenna..." before the world went whirly and dark.
So I'm sitting on the cold kitchen floor, thinking, wow - it got really dirty down here. Is is one week since I swept up in here or two? And Jenna nonchalantly squeezes past me and says, "Hi mum. Why are you on the floor? Morgan is trying to get into the swing, I'm going to get my hobbly horse and go and help her. And do some galloping."
I say, "OK honey. I'm just dizzy again. Don't worry about me."
"I wasn't." She says, squeezing past again, this time clutching the hobby horse.
We also somehow ended up with visitors. I'm not complaining (yet) because they did my dishes. But yes, it's that family again and we will be babysitting tomorrow night and by the way can they stay an extra four days? All of this, anyway, means that since Morgan and Jenna didn't get along with sharing Jenna's bed last night, Morgan is back to co-sleeping for a week.
This turned out to be a really REALLY good thing, because I woke up twice in the middle of the night with terrifying nightmares about Morgan (I won't go into my pregnant dreams because they would disturb you, honestly). Waking up and feeling her little snuffly breaths next to me was more comforting than I could possible tell. I nearly woke her up hugging and kissing her in sweet relief that she was close and safe and happy and warm.
Right, off to eat tea. And stop Morgan from pretending to throw up in the potty. *rolls eyes*