So.Many.Multiple.Tongue Ulcers.

Nine, to be exact.

It's what you get when your 16-month-old starts getting in his molars. Sleepless nights, medicine struggles, midnight tantrums and lots and lots of drool. Luckily, it seems as though things have calmed down with him, just in time for the stress of teething to ignite the same syptoms in me.

Did I mention it's also our 5th anniversary today? It's always nice when you can be sick on a special day, but fortunately we have 2, so I'll just make up for it in October.

See? Pre-marital pregnancies and shotgun weddings really can pay off!!