Two, and three.

All of our news has been rather dour of late. The Orclette and I getting sick, right after that Damm, his mom, and Moon getting sick ... our apartment is TRASHED and so is our car because we simply have no time to clean it (nothing gross, by the way, just messy). But Damm's fever broke this morning so I think we're through the worst of it. Happy news: all of our teachers were very understanding about our disastrous weekend and let us turn stuff in late/gave us extensions. We've both got tests coming up but I think we'll find plenty of time to study for them. Ummmm ....... I can eat real food again? I guess that's happy news. No more saltines for me. I'm out of the "boy she's getting fat stage" into the "oh I bet she's pregnant stage." All of my maternity clothes are still too big though. Damm and I have a formal dinner Saturday night that we get to totally doll up for. We watched The Illusionist last night and enjoyed it. I recieved ...

The Orclette was better by Thursday. That night, however, she was running a slight fever and acting sick. She woke up the next morning with the same fever and absolutely no desire to move from my arms (this is abnormal-she's usually a little energizer bunny). Anyway, there was no way I could leave her like that so I skipped school and watched tv with her in my lap. Damm was finished with school around 12 p.m. By that time the Orclette was feeling better (we think she's teething-it's just rough that she was also actually sick) but I had started feeling worse. Ended up spending the next 10 hours throwing up everything in my stomach and having one of the worst lower backaches ever. By Saturday I had stopped throwing up but was still sore. Eventually fell asleep, woke up, and felt slightly hungry. Sipped on ginger ale and nibbled at Saltines the rest of the day, but was too weak to get out of bed. Sunday I felt loads better. At least I thought I did. We went to church, went to ...