You know how sometimes when you get a cold and your voice gets a little rougher and huskier, it’s almost sexy? My husband loves it when I get colds for that very reason, sick bastar…. sweet man that he is. I woke up today with no voice. None. All I could get out was a breathy squeak if I was lucky. After some water, some coughing, some clearing of the throat, more water, more coughing, a few growls and lots of unpleasant sounds, I have something that resembles a voice. There’s nothing sexy about it and every time I try to talk to my husband he winces and sticks his fingers in his ears singing, “lalalalalal”. I wouldn’t mind so much except every time I’m done talking he says, “what?”

And the coughing.. oh the coughing. All night long, cough cough cough. It reminds me of when I came down with bronchitis when I was 8 months pregnant with my third child. It was so bad they gave me cough medicine with codeine in it. Which was a awesome because I was one cough away from needing protective underwear. Anyone who has been pregnant knows what I’m talking about.