Having a bad cough when you're as pregnant as I am is just a pure form of torture. My throat hurts so bad, I can barely swallow and Tylenol does jack shit for the pain.
It could be worse, but ever since this cough started those pesky braxton hicks decided to join in the fun. I just feel miserable, and Sadie's coming home for the weekend so being sick must be a qualification for that. There's always a hitch, but I'd rather be sick with her around then completely alone like I have been the past four weeks.
Baby W is hanging in there. His movement has drastically decreased over the past few days, but I was told to expect that at times. Still, it's enough to worry the crap out of anyone.