oh yeah, and…
…the day after we got back from Oregon I woke up with a sore throat and now have the kid’s cold. It’s funny how being sick just doesn’t seem to really matter any more. Having burningly dry throat all night, stuffed up nose and the knowledge that it is only going to get worse would have sent me into a deep funk of self-pity prior to giving birth. But, now, I just guzzle some OJ, eat a cookie (thank you Margaret & Tak!) and put on another pot of coffee.
This is nothing that some sugar and caffeine can’t fix.
Listening: Pink Mountaintops
