A weekend full of cooking (by Steve) baking (by me) and barfing (by Griffin.) 3 lasagnas, gallons of stock, about 300 cookies, and about 87 loads of laundry later, everything is back to normal. Griffin's 24 hour bug seems to have passed. The sheets on our bed were washed more this weekend than they have been all month (Griffin seems to prefer puking on our bed over anywhere else in the house.) Our freezer is full. Baby is still inside, and even though I thought he couldn't possibly get any lower in my pelvis, he seems to have dropped.
Good times ahead!