Truman is sick AGAIN. He started at the end of last week with a cough and some congestion. He continued this week with fever and vomiting. I am honestly at my wits end with viruses this season. The other two seem to have some congestion, but Truman seems to be the only one with vomiting. Hopefully, it's not a sign of what's to come for the other two. I'm not sure how much more I can take of all of this.
Well, James was nice enough to announce to all his Facebook friends that we're expecting our 4th, so I thought I might as well break my silence too. I'm about 10 weeks in, and it probably explains a lot about my stressed out, impatient mood lately. I am not one of those giddy, 'I feel great' pregnant people. In fact, I am probably the complete opposite. I am in a foul mood, and I lose any semblance of patience I might ordinarily have. It's not pretty, but I'm not quite sure what to do about it. The only thing that seems to help is having some time to myself and lots of sleep.
I'm looking back at the title of this post, and realize how it probably sounds. I think it's obvious I'm talking about the sick kids. Although we had planned to wait a bit for another baby, we are happy to welcome him/her early. We might go insane for a while, but somehow we will make it work. Now, if we could just keep them healthy. . .