Well, I’m spending the last few days of my pregnancy laid up with a horrible head cold and cough. I’ve been sick on and off for the past three months, but this time, it’s special. I have a fever and a cough so violent that it’s become commonplace to simultaneously throw up and pee myself. I spent the whole day in bed yesterday, which I never do. In fact, I think the last time I lay in bed all day was the day before Stella was born, and though I had a violent cough then, as well, I was lying down only because I was ordered to do so.
So much for my grand plans of posting about actual books this week and spending some quality time with Stella in her last days as an only child. Instead, I’m going to lie in bed and hope I don’t cough myself into labor before Tuesday. I’ll let you know if I do cough myself into labor, though.