Tuesdaily with gross report.

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Guppy woke me up at 5 this morning, wailing. "I burped there!"

The 'burp' was far less pleasant than a burp, of course, and we cleaned it (and her) up off the rug and got a new sleeper. She did, at least, manage, to get it all on herself and the floor, not on the blankets or bed. We had to huggaminute after that, and she started wimpering again. I was prepared that time, but she had no desire to throw up in the pot I provided, so instead, there was a struggle and we both ended up covered in puke.

She's been on a 20 minute schedule since then, and the last two (after 8 AM), she finally is okay with aiming for the pot. Or too tired to argue, possibly.

"My neck hurts" is now code for "I'm going to hurl," and "Can I have a huuuuuuug?" means it's coming soon. She bounces wildly between begging for food and wanting to go outside and hanging limply in my lap feeling miserable. I'm only letting her have water.

We're watching How to Dragon now, and creeping up on the 20 minute mark again. I've got a laundry basket full of soiled clothes and blankets, and I'm trying to decide if it's worth putting in now, or if I should wait longer.

ETA: We got to the 40 minute mark and I gave her a Wheat Thin because she was sure she was starving to death. It came immediately back up again. My poor, sad little Guppy.