a little vomit goes a long way

groan, last night was a disaster. only minutes after i finished my last post, i sat down, put some beethoven on, picked up my book and thought "ahhhhh".

then i heard the puke hit the floor.

poor julia got sick everywhere - on lili's bed, on lili's floor (which was covered with toys and clothes), on the bathroom floor, in the bathroom sink...

now, i'm not afraid of a little vomit. i am afraid of vomit when i'm less than 2 weeks from giving birth and it is possibly contagious vomit. however, i did what i could - snapped on some of ian's gloves from the ambulance, grabbed some garbage bags to stick all the toys in, and went to work with the lysol. i got julia changed and called her dad so he could pick her up, and cleaned up the best i could. i carried lili out of her bed and made her wash her hands 10x or so with anti-bacterial soap (not that it's gonna help but boy, sure made me feel like i was doing SOMETHING).

after julia was gone, lili and i hunkered down in my bed, and i tried not to think about the possibility of me becoming sick. we chatted some, and then started to drift off to sleep... until we both were startled awake by the sound of one of her dolls talking - by itself - down the hall. to be honest, i was probably more scared than she was, since i grew up with the whole Chuckie movie. Too funny. it happened a few more times, and the last one cohen came running down the hall into the bed with us.

the bed was somewhat crowded. cohen wanted to sleep with his arms wrapped TIGHTLY around my neck... lili was snoring... and as i lay there, wide awake at 2am, i started to wonder when the last time i'd felt the baby kick was.

of course, once you start that train of thought, good luck getting off of it. no matter how much gentle prodding, pushing, shifting i attempted, i could not get baby to respond. now, i've been here before, a few times... so i told myself not to panic, she's probably as ian would say, lazy like us! so i drifted off to sleep... only to awake 20 minutes later having to pee. fine. so i go to the washroom, come back into bed, and push and prod some more. still no baby. i drift off to sleep. wake up 30 minutes later to my cat, freaking out for some reason. i wake up, get up, look around, no intruder, no mouse, no bird. go back to bed, feel baby kick me, relax a little, go back to sleep.

etc.

i probably got an hour or two of sleep at the most. when ian got home this morning, i wanted to cry - i was so tired, and my back and hips were aching from a restless, cramped sleep. he fed the kids breakfast for me and told me to stay in bed... but i was in agony, so i had a bath. got out of the bath feeling worse almost, and crashed on the couch - for 3 hours! i just woke up. i'm feeling slightly better now.

i vow not to do anything today. i was going to go to the library, but seriously, i think i'm not even going to do that. i'm just going to read, watch tv, play with the kids, and that's all! i have to remind myself, labour could hit at any time, and i really need to be rested.

anyways. despite my discomfort, i am getting more and more excited to meet this little one. i can't imagine for the life of me what she'll look like, and i can't wait for those little newborn sounds she'll make when she's nursing, or the way they look at you with such wonder and trust. there is nothing more fulfilling than holding a sleeping baby in your arms. i can't wait to smell her hair and kiss her tiny fingers. this has been such an uncomfortable and exhausting pregnancy, and i'll admit that at times i wondered if we'd made the right decision... but now, only weeks away, i know it'll all be worth it.

can't wait to meet you, sweet-pea.