All of my hoping was for naught.  By Saturday morning I was very sick, and my oldest had had another “incident” on his bedroom floor.  By Sunday, my husband had it.  My toddler and I seemed to have it the worst, I am still too weak to do much other than lay in bed and occasionally drag myself to the computer, and he is still sleeping up to 20 hours a day and very clingy and whiny.

Luckily I had an already scheduled OB appt today and we made sure the baby was fine and that I was going to survive.  Except for major weight loss (I am now 12 pounds UNDER my pre-pregnancy weight…seriously, don’t hate me…it’s far from ideal at this point!) everything looks fine with both of us.  And, in 3 weeks, we will hopefully confirm the baby’s health via the “big” ultrasound.  And of course find out the sex, though that’s secondary!