Woe is me! My nasal passages burn and my nose, it drips. I feel weakened by this accursed cold, and I fear that I might give it to my baby. Woe, woe, woe is me!
Yes, friends, a cold has hit home and set up shop in the face of yours truly. It's not horrible, so the above intro paragraph was merely to vent my frustrations by waxing poetically. I am afraid that I might give it to Noah. Actually, I may have already. I've had to keep a nasal aspirator nearby to suction his nose rather frequently. and he coughs here and there with a raspy little "kuuh!"Again, nothing to cause alarm, but something to be irritated at. (Not Noah, but our colds.) So, my precious followers, if you're reading this and then later on you fold your hands to pray, please think of me and my son; we're icky.
Currently, I am waiting for Stephan to get home. He's an amazing husband who's going to watch Noah while mommy recuperates with an epic nap. Noah is slowly drifting off to sleep in his crib, so I might get a head start on that nap. I'm trying very hard to ignore the drastic lack of groceries and the pressing need to go out and buy some. Otherwise, I might not be able to sleep. Okay, that's all I care to type about now. Good morning, people!