Dying. Please send cough drops.

I had/have a great, lengthy post planned for today.  But right now, all I can focus on is the throbbing my left temple, the fact I can’t breathe through my nose anymore, the burning in my throat and the fact that it feels like a moose is sitting on my chest.  I HATE BEING SICK WHEN I’M PREGNANT.  I just want to crawl back in bed, but alas, it’s not to be.  Harry needs to be shuttled to school here in a short while and Liam needs a mother to, you know, take care of him.  Dangit.

If you never hear from me again, you’ll know why.