Wakey Wakey

So my plan to do some sort of cleaning today while Emma napped was derailed by my nap.  During my slumber on the couch both our chihuahua Beast and our Boston terrier Jojo jumped up on the couch.  We usually don't let the dogs on the couch, but I was cold and too lazy to get up to get a blanket so Beast huddled near my feet felt good.  Jojo opted for the top of the couch. 

While I was sleeping I sort of heard Jojo coughing and assumed that he had gotten a piece of food stuck in between his gums and lips (something that happens with regularity) and was trying to get it out.  He stopped after a few seconds and jumped off the couch so I rolled over and went back to sleep.

After a couple hours awhile I thought that I should get up and get some things done before Emma woke up.  I reached up to grasp the top of the couch to help haul my giant self to a sitting position and put my hand RIGHT INTO VOMIT!  OMG!  GAG! 

Nothing will ruin your post nap peace like vomit.  I stumbled into the kitchen, got the paper towels, a wet washcloth, and a plastic bag and mentally prepared myself for the task ahead.  I don't like cleaning up vomit on a normal day.  When I'm pregnant...oh lawdy.  I can almost throw up just typing this. 

I cleaned and gagged, gagged and cleaned and by the time I got back into the kitchen...well, I'm not gonna lie.  I may have thrown up in the sink just a little bit. 

I let the dogs out and since I earlier had noticed that someone had thrown up in their crate overnight I grabbed all the crate towels and threw them in the washing machine. 

By then little miss independent was up and ready to run so I went to get her.  I'm pretty sure everyone has told me that 3 is worse than 2 in terms of terrible, but Emma has decided she is going to start at 20 1/2 months asserting her independence.  She is usually a joy, but when she wants or doesn't want something she is not afraid to let us know it. Boy, does she let us know it.  Yikes!

She gave daddy a run for his money yesterday at Chili's and I'm pretty sure he's never going to take her back.  Although he did take her to Target and let her pick out a dog chew toy, not for our dogs, but for her.  That's how we roll.  He also took her to Chuck E. Cheese's.  He's a  brave, brave man. 

Unfortunately he's working on a special project at work and we pretty much only get to see him on Sundays which sucks for all of us.  Hopefully this phase will be all wrapped up by Christmas and his hours will go back to normal instead of 7:30am to 10pm Monday thru Saturday.  He's so exhausted.  I'm exhausted, too.  Mad props to all the single parents. 

Is it bedtime yet?  My sister is flying in tonight, Paul is picking her up at the airport, and I already told her I'd see her in the morning cause there's no way I can stay awake till 11:30pm.  The joys of being 35 and pregnant with a toddler. 

Oh, and had an ob appointment today.  Baby's heartbeat is great!  One more month till we find out the sex!