This weekend, Brady started showing symptoms of being sick. Within 24 hours, all four of the kids had fevers. Sunday morning, I woke up with one, too. We’ve been battling fevers and bad cold symptoms ever since.

The kids, I have to say, do a better job of carrying on with their daily lives than I do. I do as little as possible to help them survive, then I head back to bed. I’m pathetic, I know.

I thought we were all on the mend, but unfortunately Brady and Evan have had a second bought with fevers. They’re all being such troopers, though. And, I know I’ve said it before, but I do have the best husband in the world. I talked to him on the phone yesterday while he was at the airport and told him my fever was starting to climb again. His advice? “Get back under the covers and try to stay warm. I’ll be home soon.” He’s the best.

The strangest thing about having a really bad cold when you’re 8.5 months pregnant is that every cough and sneeze kills. My abdomen muscles hurt so bad. I’ve honestly been praying that I not have the baby until I’m better, which is a real switch since I would have paid someone to take it out of me for the last month.

OK, I’m done complaining now. Just wanted everyone to know where we’ve been. The good news is that I do feel better today. I’ve actually started a load of laundry and did some dishes already. Maybe I’ll have the baby tomorrow.

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