We’re skipping church this morning. Of course, I didn’t know until this morning that there was going to be any skipping going on. It had been previously decided that we would not do Sunday School. That starts at 9 and Kile didn’t think he would feel like getting up early enough to go to that. Still, I figured we would be able to get up early enough for church. And we were. But Liam is seeming particularly snotty this morning. And I don’t meant attitude-wise (though that could use some improvement too, I wager). His eyes are watery and his cheeks are red. I would say that equates to a cold, wouldn’t you?
Since we hope to have plans with friends tonight, I figured we should keep Liam home and let him get a good nap, plenty of rest and all that.
I remain concerned that this particular fungus will soon infect me. I can hope it won’t. But hoping won’t hold my hand while I’m miserable and unable to take any cold medicine. I’ve been pretty lucky with this pregnancy so far and haven’t gotten terribly sick. It seems every time I’m pregnant I get sick at LEAST once and it’s just as miserable as you might think. Why should I be so lucky this time around? I mean, I have one child in school who has the opportunity to bring home the cooties with him every day. The odds are considerably stacked against me here.
So, if in the coming days you hear lots of whiny posts about mucous and feverish-ness, then don’t say I didn’t warn you. (Because that’s what this is. Warning.)





















