Oy.

This was quite the week. Jude got a stomach virus, and couldn't keep anything down for most of the week. Bless his heart. There's nothing worse than watching your child suffer, wanting to help but being unable to. He's a trooper though, and I'm fairly certain we've come out on the other side...

On top of that, oy. I'm not sure, but I may be more of a wimp this pregnancy than I was the first time. That, or this pregnancy is tougher. Or it's harder being pregnant when you have a toddler. Or I have conveniently forgotten how uncomfortable I was the first time around... in any case, oy. I feel big. And hot. And uncomfortable.

I really shouldn't complain; I know it could be so much worse. I'm blessed, really.

But, oy.