Dear Cold,
I am tired of having a running, stuffy nose. I’m tired of not being able to sleep well. I’m tired of worrying that when I try to blow my nose and I can’t get any air to even come out that I’m accidentally doing the very same actions that one would do to birth a baby (mom’s who have given birth, maybe you know what I’m talking about– you know the part where the doctor tells you to hold your breath and… well, you know. Plug your nose while trying to blow it sometime and you’ll see what I mean). I’m not ready to have my baby yet. I need to wait at least 16 more weeks and probably longer. I can’t take Sudafed because it keeps me awake for two days. I don’t own a netti pot. Should I get one? Why am I asking my cold this? Anyway, you’ve overstayed your welcome. Go away now.
Dear Ethan,
I love you. If you don’t figure out that Mommy and Daddy are serious when we tell you something, you will be spending a lot of time in your room. Alone. I know you don’t like being alone. And, while you are in your room, I will be watching your favorite shows on Playhouse Disney and eating all your favorite snacks. You don’t want that, do you?
Regarding The Biggest Loser:
It looks like the battle lines have been drawn. I’m glad that brown team wasn’t eliminated. I’m glad Joelle got her act together and finally worked hard. I can’t wait to see how the at home teammates did next week! Happy that one of the guys on the black team was able to go home for the birth of his son. I cried. I’m pregnant. I do that. I think Ally is very cute pregnant and I wish I looked like her. I can’t wait to be able to work out again. I’m going to drink some water now.
