I'd typically hit the hard meds, like Dayquil/Nyquil, but remedies are limited when you're pregnant. So I'm suffering a bit more than I'd like and won't be gracing the blogosphere with one of my usual introspective, hard-hitting posts tonight. (I can hear you laughing at me from here, you goofs.)
I could share a pic of the box of tissue I tore through today, or even more, the resulting carnage after using said tissues.
I could share a pic of the midwife-approved meds I took this afternoon.
I could share a pic of the bed where I napped for two hours.
I could share a pic of the gallon of lemonade I guzzled over the past 12 hours.
I could share a pic of my body's indentation on our couch.
But I'll spare you and hope that I wake up feeling better tomorrow.