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Neither one of us is good at being sick. And man, are we exciting tonight.

I'm sitting here with my Fred Flintstone feet propped in front of me, trying to slow the swelling that begins the instant I get out of bed in the morning. My belly feels huge, my back aches, and no, to those of you who posted on Facebook, I am not packed yet. Trust me, it's stressing me out. My friend Ann is coming over tomorrow night to help me figure out what "tools" I need for after L&D, and to help me pack the hospital bag.

D has had a cold for the past week or so, which means he walks around moaning about a stuffy head and sore throat. He's alternately starving or not eating. He pops Sudafed and Tylenol and groans at night before he goes to sleep. Once he starts sneezing, he sneezes no less than 5 times in a row. I think we may have hit a 9 or 10 sneeze stretch the other night. Right now he's sacked out on the couch next to me, snoring. The last thing he said to me before he closed his eyes was, "My ears are clogged. I wonder if I have small ear canals?"

Yeah, it made me laugh, too.