It has not been a good week.  I've caught the dreaded "winter cold" and believe me, it's a lot more miserable when you have a baby kicking you in the belly every time you cough.   My stomach muscles are so tired from coughing, sneezing and blowing my nose (yes, they all appear to use the same muscle) and add to that a kicking baby...not pleasant.  I think BG's upset because every time I cough, it wakes her up.  I called my doctor and she said "don't worry about waking the baby until she's BORN - right now, treat your symptoms!".  HA.  I guess this is nature's way of preparing me for restless nights. 

On a happier note, Alfred and I started our childbirth classes this past Thursday.  It was pretty cool - there were 6 other couples, all first babies, and we watched a bunch of videos and learned a few things.  I think the room was a chiling 50 degrees, which of course didn't help my cold...but hey, these are the stories we'll tell our adoring baby girl that we endured for her, right?  The guilt has to start in the womb...