Feeling rather... pregnant

I have about 7 weeks, give or take, till Tiny is evicted, and I'm really starting to feel heavily pregnant. I get tired more easily, both sleepy tired and muscle tired. I can't stand as close to things as I used to, and if I try, Tiny usually kicks to let me know I need to move. Some of my joints are starting to ache. I can't carry Peachfuzz for as long as I used to, and feel terrible when I have to ask her to sit next to me instead of on my lap. Overall I just feel big and heavy and ready to meet my baby. A belly photo would be appropriate, but I'm waiting until my sister sees me in person before posting another one on the blog. Only another week to go!

In unrelated news, Peachfuzz seems to have some sort of tummy bug. She woke up fine this morning, but slept close to three hours this afternoon, which is unusual for her. When she did wake up, she was very cuddly, not wanting to be on her own, and had a sniffly nose. I was worried she was getting another cold, and then a minute later she coughed, and puked on me. It's so miserable watching your babies be sick, and not being able to do much for them. She's a trooper though, and seemed to feel better for "getting it out". That is, until Papa Bear came home from work. Unluckily for him, she saved the best till he was holding her, draining the entire days food all over his jacket, pants, and the floor. The poor little thing is in bed asleep now and has had a few sips of water. I'm really hoping she wakes up in the morning feeling absolutely fine, and that this is just one of those 24-hr things.