So...help me, God?

So today was perhaps not our greatest day. We didn't sleep so well, even by our standards, because Emma is at the final stages of her cold--the part where she can't adequately cough up the phlegm that is lining her throat (it's so, so sad to hear her cough) so she chokes, gags, then throws it up. And I'm sick, too. But we still had a pretty good day -- I got a hot shower at 5:00 with no one A) in the bathroom or B) screaming outside it, we made it to mom's group, we took a walk, we painted toilet paper rolls, and had lollipops. Then witching hour came, and it kind of went to pot. C&C are fighting with each other, I'm fighting another cold, it's winter and we're cabin-fevered, and I am starting to feel like I'd like to wear shirts that don't prominently feature my giant...well, anyway, and like my regular jeans are still just a little bit too snug. And like I will never, ever, ever get my body or mind back. Nothing dire, just tired and having one of those days, and unwisely choosing to ponder this in the midst of witching hour. What could possibly go wrong? Also, Cordelia has declined to nap for 11 of the last 12 days. This is offset slightly by the fact that I can put her to bed by 6:30 (!) and that she has trained herself (at 2) to sleep through the night without wetting her pull-up. But she desperately needs the daytime sleep -- she's just "in her own way" right now. I'm sure she'll get back to it...right?...but it makes for a long day.

Anyway, with all that on my mind, I just was helping Cody get in his jammies. I'm sporting my usual nursing tank and jeans -- not maternity ones, mind you! -- and he says in his sweetest voice, "Oh, Mommy, I love you! Even when I'm mad at you, I love you. Oh Mommy! Your belly looks like it is a little bit bigger today! I think you must be growing another baby in there!"

Annnnnnnnnd....scene.

I'd say I'm going to call it a night, but...

It's a darn good thing they look like this or they'd be toast.