Laying Low

K's been fighting off a cold for what feels like a month, off and on. And now it looks like I have the start of a cold, which feels like horrible timing. But perhaps I can shake it before the baby arrives and be cold-free for a good stretch of time, so who knows about timing. I woke up this morning at about 7:30 and realized I had no voice, which freaked me out. I had this image of me in labor trying to communicate with nurses and the doctor and K and having to either sign everything out or write stuff down in between contractions because I wouldn't be able to talk. I was imagining the horror of my bout with tonsillitis about 12 years ago, which had me on three different antibiotics and in a lot of pain for about 4 weeks, no kidding. But then I calmed myself down, which I am starting to get the hang of, and told myself that I am not going to give into it and be proactive. I took a hot shower, and the warm moisture was divine. I rubbed down with some Vicks and sipped some hot water with lemon, wrapped myself up in a scarf and went back to sleep. And sure enough, at noon, I was feeling much better - I could talk again and it didn't hurt to swallow and my chest congestion was breaking up. I am going to lay low for the rest of the day, stay in bed, which will give me time to really make some headway in the baby blanket I've been knitting all month, and to catch up on my reading - Happiest Baby On The Block.