Yes, I do believe this officially qualifies as a cold now, although I should hold off judgment until Scott starts sniffling and sniveling. My faux "nice person" voice has been compromised, and I've been sounding like Bea Arthur all week (I wonder if Golden Girls episodes are ready for iPod download yet...that'd be like having a mini t.v. on my desk at work).
Sometimes I wake up stuffy because we have cats and their hair clogs up the entire air system. By the time I get outside and into my car my head clears. This is a special kind of stuffy - this is a real, honest-to-God head cold. My right ear is popping and stuffy and I'm waking up with bloody nostrils (hi, pregnancy). Today, I even did one of those coughs that makes your diaphram hurt. Nothing came of it, but glad to know this bug is moving in the right direction.
If this just turns out to be another pregnancy oddity, all I can say at this point is that I'd rather sleep with my mouth open at night than have swollen ankles. That's all.
Posted by Tiffany at August 4, 2006 08:12 AM | TrackBack