Two Spoonfuls of Sugar

Yep, now I have the dreaded cold. As if being 36 weeks pregnant wasn't uncomfortable enough, I can't breath and Baby Pohl is not very happy about all the coughing. I confined myself to the guest room last night so both Tom and I could get the most out of a night's sleep, but I can't say I feel any better. The men are off to Lowes to pick up the ceiling fan for the nursery while I wait for the morning grogginess to wear off.