He's peacefully sleeping now, chest smeared in Vicks and humidifier running full speed. I'd love to be sleeping as well if laying down didn't mean an immediate total blockage of both nostrils and I can't exactly sleep when I can't even BREATHE now, can I? Breathe through your mouth, you say? Right. That would be a whole lot easier if my throat didn't feel like I ATE NEEDLES AND FIRE for lunch.
I know, I'm whining, and nobody comes here to hear me whine.
You do come here to hear about super cute babies, right? Here's one for you:
(Hydration and vitamins are so important when one has a cold.)
And here's another super cute baby:
I had an ultrasound yesterday, and Bumblebee is looking good. He/she also looked all Red Bulled up. Flipping, kicking, arm swinging. If in-utero behavior is any indication of Bumblebee's personality, I'm a little scared, but that's why God invented wine. (For me, not for the baby.) But all is apparently well, and for that, I'm thankful and thrilled.
And tired. And sniffly. And stuffy. And all around yucky-fied. And off to fill a bowl with ice cream and hit the couch.