I've felt worse these past couple days. Today I thought back to my early pregnancy with Accalia when I had started my final year of undergrad in Vermillion. I think I had arranged my class schedule so that I had maybe three days per week at the most that I had to be on campus, but at least one of those days was so long. I remember sitting in the library studying and laying my head down on the table trying to stay awake and/or fight off the nausea. I also remember a few times when I anxiously waited for class to finish because I had to run to the bathroom to throw up. Ah, those were the days.

Anyway, Ella isn't feeling too hot today either. She woke up this morning sounding as if she's smoked four packs a day for all of her 26 months. Hopefully this cold doesn't last too long. At least she tolerates me wiping her nose, which is more than Accalia or Cole would do at this age.

I ended up rescheduling my haircut. Ella fell asleep, and Cole and Accalia were having a very hard time enjoying each other's company. I just knew that trying to keep that combination of children happy for 10-15 minutes of my haircut while waiting for Cory would not work at all.

This afternoon I was lying up in bed nursing Ella down for a nap. She had already fallen asleep when Cole came upstairs and crawled into bed. I whispered to him that Ella was falling asleep, and he replied with such a deadpan expression on his face, "Oh my, how awkward!"

Cory's working tonight, so the kids and I are having a very quiet night at home. Tomorrow Cory doesn't work at all, so we're all quite excited. I suggested to Cole that we go sledding, and he was very excited about that. Maybe Cory and I will actually watch a movie tomorrow, too.