I’ve spent the past half hour sitting on the living room floor watching Hayley sleep on the couch. She never sleeps during the day under normal circumstances but she caught the Ebola Cold and didn’t sleep much last night. I made her some soup for lunch but she was just sitting there staring at it so I asked if she’d like to try lying on the couch for a bit. She said okay and 20 minutes later, just before 2 pm she conked out.

She’s woken up twice but went right back to sleep. Poor baby.

I know it’s just a cold and ultimately not a big deal but I still feel sad looking at her. She looks so small when she’s under the weather. I sincerely hope neither of my children ever has a serious illness because it’s heartbreaking when it’s just a cold, so how would I feel if it was worse?

George has it too, and has had it for several days. Now Hayley, and last night I had to apply heat to my aching knee which is a sure sign (along with some sniffles) that I’m about to get it too. Phooey. Like I told George though, at least we’re all getting it now instead of in November. I don’t want to be sick when I go into labor (how do you find the breath to push if you’re sick?!) and I certainly don’t want the baby to be born and immediately exposed to a cold.