We are all sick here. First Warren got sick, then Margaret got sick, then I got sick and Warren got sicker. Warren tested positive for both type A and B influenza yesterday, but I was negative for both. Sunday was no fun because taking care of a toddler while sick and pregnant is every bit as bad as you might imagine it to be. Warren did take turns with the child care on Sunday, but I am not going to be asking anymore for that because he is officially much sicker than I am. I am feeling a lot better after a day and a half of actually getting to relax during the day, but I have to take Margaret in to see her doctor this afternoon and Jomkwan now has the cold too, so we'll see how long that lasts.
Margaret has been extra cute lately. She's hit a developmental stage that I find absolutely adorable, where she now tries to do things for me. I feed her, and she tries to feed me. (Yeah, I think we know why I got sick after she did, but I still find it very cute.) Of course the latest and greatest is that she will grab a tissue, ball it up a bit, and hold it up to my nose for me to blow. I certainly can't complain about her not caring that I'm sick. She also reads me stories now, in the sense that she babbles to me while flipping the pages of a book, and attempts to sing along when I sing to her. It's very sweet.
The fetus, not to be outdone, has been kicking already. While a fetus certainly is capable of movement at this stage, from what I recall this is crazy early to be feeling it, and I first felt movement at twelve and a half weeks. I am concerned that this fetus is going to be even more of a kicker than Margaret was. It's certainly reassuring to feel movement, but I'm wondering just how much 2am reassurance I'm going to need during my third trimester.
