There must be a a stray mosquito (or ten) in our house. Georgia and I keep waking up with big honkin' skeeter bites. At first I thought it was from our time in the yard yesterday (and I can't for the life of me find the ok for kids bug spray we packed up in VT), but Goergia's got three HUGE welts on her arm where yesterday there were none. She doesn't seem...er...bugged...by them, but holy heck if my bites didn't keep me up last night! As if I need any help NOT sleeping!
They must love my blood-rich pregnant body and all Georgia's baby chub.