not once but twice

i heard a cry.  tried to wake myself and remember if i had a bottle made up in the fridge or if i would have to fumble around in the dark to make one.  before i could finish my thought or even my dream, i heard it.  a child puking.  this would not be my normal wake up call from kinz.  i couldn't even get untangled from the blankets before i heard it again.  sid had puked, not once but twice.  and since she has been on such an OJ kick, it was orange.  i calm her down and change her bed sheets.  one of my least favorite mom tasks.  i return to bed, but know not to fall asleep because kinz will be waking soon.  she is like clockwork.   30mins later kinz is up.  i go to her room and find she has wet the bed.  i have to change sheets again.  not once but twice.  i return to bed... again.  this time i can not get situated.  i am a stomach sleeper but am approaching the stage in pregnancy when it is becoming uncomfortable. 
a day passes.   the girls wake up at 6am.  we eat breakfast.  kinzie pukes it up.  not once but twice.  my queasy prego stomach can not take the smell.  i almost puke.  not once but twice. 

my last minute christmas shopping has been put on hold since the girls need to stay in and recover from whatever it is they have.  lets hope they are not sick on christmas or we might be celebrating on a different day.  i must come to the realization that in just 6 short months, it will be not twice but three times. 

i think i'll return to my dream now.. ah basking in the sun on a warm beach.