Get In My Belly!

I have been stricken with the preggo curse.

You know, the one that makes my round belly become a magnet for all things dirty.

I haven't had a clean shirt make it a whole day since the third trimester hit! Just tonight during dinner I had a big ole clump of hot fudge drip all down the buddha. I'm sure my poor stomach warranted a chuckle or two from passers-bye...

Wow

Sick dog.

Son who fell down the stairs and needed x-rays to make sure he didn't break his nose.

Husband who fled to the bedroom to take a nap after returning from the hospital.

Wife stuck cooking, cleaning, bathing child, tending to sick dog, all while still being a tad under the weather.

Ugh.