Sick, sick, sick

That's me. Sick. With a head full of mucus and coughing, coughing, coughing. Bleeeech. I always hate being sick, but the worry that Asparagus will decide to make her debut while I'm feeling this way isn't helping matters. I'm not sure how well the Lamaze breathing exercises would go for me right now: "hee...hee...hee... HACKHACKHACKCOUGHHACK... hee...hee... ACHOOOHACKHACK... hee...hee...hee" On the other hand, maybe all the hacking and sneezing would help keep my mind off the labor pains - hopefully I won't be able to let you know. :) The silver lining here is that my impatience in waiting for her birth has suddenly dissolved away, replaced by a hope that she'll stay put for a time! Along those lines, I would greatly appreciate prayers for my speedy recovery and for her to stay cozily inside until I do...