Well, dudes. I caught the sicks. Not just any sicks, either. The pneumonia sicks - at 38 weeks pregnant. It's pretty much the worst combination I've ever encountered. Basically this weekend has included a humidifier (since I've become a mouth breather and wake up with a righteous sore throat), cough drops (to suppress the dry, "unproductive" cough), water bottles, white grape juice (my mom's remedy) and . . . of course, the entire 8-disc Harry Potter series that I've been enjoying on David's laptop. Not pictured: lots of soup, antibiotics and an albuterol inhaler. Please pray that I get over this before I go into labor.