Sick, Sick, Sick

I woke up at 3:30 with a sore throat. It looks like I'm coming down with Trevor's cold. Ugh. I really, really don't want to be sick. But then, I don't remember a time when I have wanted to be sick. (Except maybe to miss school once in a while.)

Emma slept ALL day yesterday so then she didn't want to sleep last night. It was quarter after one before she went to sleep and then she was up at 3:30. She went back to sleep about quarter after four and got up at seven. It's now eight and and she's sitting in her swing. What a life saver! I knew Trevor helped out a lot with her but I didn't realize how much until he got sick and couldn't help. He may not be able to feed her but it is nice to be able to have him hold her while I get a few things done. Emma's eyes are getting heavy. Maybe she'll go back to sleep. If she sleeps all day, I'm going to sleep all day too. She's such a good baby.

Well, we'll see how the day goes and hopefully I won't get too sick.