yucky cold.

I hatehatehate being sick.

It's got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.
All I want is to cuddle with Mr M and drink some soup.

Though that's not really an option with Mr M being sick and still having to work.
It makes for a very cranky household, where the exchange of words has topped out at a meager 10.
Normally when we get sick, I suck it up and take my meds so one of us can operate on as close to normal as possible.
That is always followed by the epic battles to get Mr M to take ANY form of meds, and then lots of tucking in and cooking of hearty food for the healing process.

Flash forward to me being pregnant, and taking meds is out of the question.
Lord help me, I miss NyQuil sooooo much.
Pair this with Mr M being gone on 12+ hour shifts, and I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

I'm hoping to turn in early tonight (seeing as our fishy is less inclined to keep me up, poor baby must feel yucky too) and then get up to run errands and make some homemade soup for us.
Thank the father that these shifts are only 4 days long- I think if it were 5 12's we would kill each other.

Time to heat up some soup, hit the shower, then off to bed to try and get as much rest as possible.

Fingers crosses that Mr M is having an ok night. I miss my cuddle monster.