a very long week.

Well, Ambrose has been running a fever on and off since Sunday, and has become what is best described as a cling-on baby--spiraling into an intense crying fit even to be set down for something as short as a bathroom break. Yesterday morning the fever had disappeared rather abruptly, but I noticed a light rash on his face and neck, and I'm suspecting Roseola. He seems to feel pretty crummy. The house and I both could use some TLC...but alas, here I sit with my nursing, finally sleeping, nearly-nine-month-old. Poor guy. Also, I spoke much too soon about morning sickness being in full swing. I'm trying not to whine, but let me just say that I'm so nauseated that I don't want to move or sleep or breathe...and I certainly don't want to eat anything for the rest of my life. I am not exaggerating. Our TV has been on more in the last 4 days that it has in the last two years. I'm ashamed to admit that. It just has such a numbing quality. *sigh* Here's to hoping next week brings better things.