Man alive. I think we all slept worse than ever before. Sweet Baby Jo woke up yesterday with literally her whole face covered in snot and a nasty cough to boot. I am pretty sure I know where this cold came from but it still stinks. Nug and Duder have been having runny noses as well and my Awesome Husband took up snoring last night, so my guess is he has the cold too. Bummer!
Anyway, Jo woke up coughing and coughing and coughing and finally, I dragged my pregnant self out of bed at 2am knowing that she needed a drink of water and some benadryl to stop the dripping of snot down the back of her throat. Within a half-hour she was back out. Then about 4am she woke up AGAIN coughing and crying. And Nug was crying, so again I drag my pregnant self out of bed (my Awesome Husband snoring nicely beside me – I swear he hears nothing!) to find Nug has peed in bed and Jo is just Jo. I change sheets and jammies and drag Jo to bed with us, hoping and praying that I can finally get to sleep (I am a light sleeper and also once I wake up it is hard for me to fall back asleep). Nope, Duder is up and Jo decides she is mad.
The story goes on but needless to say, I woke up extra tired and extra thankful for coffee. And even more extra thankful that my Awesome Husband watched all three of the little people so I could go to the chiropractor and get adjusted (Little G is killing my back and hips).
There is no moral of the story but I came home to Nug asking me if the chiropractor was able to get Little G out of my belly, to which I answered a big, fat NOPE!