Steve has been sick since Thanksgiving Thursday. :( And then Rylan caught it. The poor thing. Her colds almost ALWAYS start with a bout of vomiting (I'm thinking maybe severe congestion causes her to gag and throw up? I don't know...), so anyway, I was trying to teach her to puke in a bucket and not on the bed/carpet/couch/wherever. But it didn't work, she gets freaked out while puking and just wants to cling to me while she doing it. So I ended up pretty much covered in puke yesterday and doing 3 loads of laundry...washing sheets, towels, and changes of pajamas. She's doing better now, no more vomit. But her nose is stuffy and she's lethargic. Not her usual spunky self. She's laying on the couch right now with her Arial blanky and watching Sprout.
I'm coming down with the beginnings of the cold, too. Ugh.
Today we're expecting Rylan's new toddler bed to be delivered. But I have no clue what time...so we can't go anywhere until it comes. Which is fine, I guess, since Rylan shouldn't go anywhere anyways. And then tomorrow Grandma and Grandpa will watch Ry while I make the annoying trek up to the Riverside hospital to meet the anesthesiologist so they can see my back xrays and determine if anything special needs to be done for my epidural. I already know from when I had Rylan that the epidural will OK and uneventful...but I have different docs now so they'll have to see the xrays for themselves.