As of last check, Warren is feeling worse, Margaret is acting like she's feeling improved, and for the second night in a row I put the baby to bed in the crib and then woke up later to find her in bed with me in the fell-asleep-while-nursing position with absolutely no recollection of how she got there. The sick part is a drag, but waking up to find a baby snuggled up to your side has much to recommend it.
In other news, I am again not pregnant darn it. I'll have less than one cycle left before we see the doctor to talk about IVF #5, and she'll want me to quit nursing before my day 3 blood tests. Now the thing people say that I hate is "well, once you've had one..." Getting pregnant naturally would mean I could nurse Margaret for at least the first trimester, which at this point would pretty much get us to the one year mark with the frozen stash. But of course, I have a better chance of winning the lottery.