I've got a new complaint

Evan is asleep, and I'm sitting here chatting with a pal in Pittsburgh and coughing my brains out. Yes, I've picked up yet another cold or something, though it could be a continuation of a previous cold, how would I know. I do know that this not being able to medicate is a real pain in the behind. A NyQuil-induced sleep is what I desire, and instead I will get a restless night punctuated with coughing fits and trips to the toilet. Oh, pregnancy is a hoot some days, I tell you.

Evan has been super wound up for the last few days. I don't know if it's the pre-Christmas hysteria or the stash of chocolate in the candy dish, but that kid is on fire. He was all over the house today, whooping and hollering and making messes. Luckily, he's got school tomorrow and that usually helps him get a little of that energy out. I know it helps me to lay on the couch and watch Maury Povich.

Ev's really into the snow this year too. Don't get me wrong, he still doesn't want to touch it, but he will walk in it--a huge improvement from last year. And he'll watch it fall, blinking and staring and waving his arms all over the place. He'll yell, "SNOW!", just in case I hadn't noticed it myself. I'm glad he's enjoying it so much, because we're supposed to get a bunch more over the next few days. It's fun to watch him get such a charge out of something I find to be such a nuisance. Makes me appreciate things just a little more too, which can't be a bad thing.