hilariously sickening

A little background before we get to the good part... For the past week or so I have been sick and Kaitlyn finally caught what I have. I woke up at 4am on Saturday to her having a coughing fit so I went to check on her. Sure enough, she's burning up, coughing, and as soon as I get close enough, starts vomiting all over the place. Just what I was hoping for! I get her cleaned up, change her bedding, give her some Tylenol and she goes right back to sleep. Two hours later, I hear her coughing again and ask Chris to check on her. He goes in and she had vomited all over the place again... what fun! He starts the wash with all of her bedding, gave her a bath and lets me sleep for a while longer. All is good...

The rest of the day was pretty much spent in our bed watching TV, snoozing and relaxing. It would have been a bit more relaxing if Chris wouldn't have been complaining about everything smelling like vomit, though. Every so often he would cringe and ask, "do you smell that?". This was always followed by him sniffing everything and exclaiming that she must have puked on it when we weren't looking, then me smelling it and telling him he's nuts - I don't smell anything - then him obviously thinking I'm too sick to smell anything. This goes on for a good part of the day.

Finally, when he had had enough and was just about to rip apart the bed because he was soooo sure Kaitlyn puked on it, he asks me to smell his nose. WHO ASKS SOMEONE TO SMELL THEIR NOSE?! I tell him he's crazy but if it will make him feel better... okay. Reluctantly, I smelled his nose. LOW AND BEHOLD!!!!!! His nose smelled like vomit! Pungent vomit. I burst into laughter, the tears start flowing, I can't contain myself. I can't even catch my breath and start wheezing and coughing from laughing so hard. It took me at least five minutes to compose myself. Chris was laughing too but soon started to feel ill from the idea of having puke on his face. This just causes another uproarious laughter from me.

The first thing he says to me as I calm down is "You're going to tell Angela about this, aren't you?" to which I immediately respond, "Hell yeah I'm telling Angela!!!! Are you kidding me?! You have puke on your face! I may even blog about it!".

someone light a fire under my butt!

soooo... I've just realized that this baby will be full-term in 5 weeks. FIVE WEEKS! I'm not due for another eight, but still! (I have the feeling I'm not going to last another eight weeks... wishful thinking maybe?) We're on the home stretch here and I kid you not when I say - we have done NOTHING to prepare. absolutely nothing. seriously. purchased nothing, washed nothing, installed nothing - NOTHING. All we have done is picked out a name.

I think I'm in denial that we're having a baby soon. Or perhaps part of my slacking comes with the whole remodel going on and knowing "Audrey Belle" will most likely be sleeping with us for the first 3-4 months as she won't have a room until ours is completed. Either way I suppose I should get out the baby clothes, dust off the swing, install the car seat and get a few supplies ready so this kiddo isn't rolling around nekkid on the floor of the car. eh - I suppose it's carpeted and somewhat comfy down there so maybe I'll just get out the baby clothes and call it good?

I'm such a nice mama :)