So Evan is over his cold, and Sean never got one. But their allergies have struck. I’m limping back to health enough to write this quick note and plan to write a real post today. Every time I mention I’m over morning sickness, it hits me with vengeance. I refrain now from mentioning it. The Husband is gone again and has concluded he only had allergies last week. Really, Sherlock? What was the first clue? Only having a runny nose? I’m sure I had a cold because I’ve had the flu and I thought I would die when I had it. I was miserably alive this last week. At least I saw the doc, who, bless her, told me what pills I can take. Being pregnant, the pills I could take saved me one kleenex ever four hours. But I saw the baby, so cue the “Eye of the Tiger” and chant with me, “eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize.”
Thank you all for your warm wishes. I can’t wait to read what you all have been up to. I’ve missed you.