Today I took ONE to the doctor and waited for a very long time. When his pediatrician finally saw him, we learned that he has not just one, but two, small tears in his rectum. This explains why every time he has to poop he gets upset and tries to hold it in. It also explains why he constantly tells me “my booty hurts.”

I felt HORRIBLE. 

Then we left and I forgot to pick up his prescription. That made me feel worse.

We got home and I realized my throat was hurting and my neck and face looked swollen so I took a look with the flashlight. My tonsils appear to be infected. I feel okay … just tired. More tired than usual for a person who is very pregnant. I have no fever. So I decided to ignore it for now, because I had to deal with ONE, who was declaring every two seconds that his booty hurt.

Later, after we took a nap I found that ONE’s bed was soaked. His pullup leaked. So I stripped him and his bed and somehow in the middle of all of that, ended up throwing my iphone in the washing machine with the dirty sheets.

I washed it.

Here’s to hoping we can make it until Husband gets home without something happening that requires a telephone. Like labor.