Matthew had felt all the signs of a bad cold coming on yesterday, and today, it was apparent:
He was sick.
I promise I'll spare you the details. Pinky promise.
He slept in, trying to battle it off. And where was I?
Taking snapshots in-between feeling pretty awful myself, only I was sick in an entirely different way....
But what should I expect? ;-) Oh the joys of pregnancy!
As Matt lie in bed and I worked through my M.S., I decided the time-tried prescription for this sort of thing was just what we both needed....
There's just something about chicken noodle soup and toast that soothes the belly and the soul.
I don't know about Matt, but I'm feeling much, much better. ;)
To healthy throats and healthy babies! Enjoy the rest of your Thursday. :)