J and I are both sick. I only slept two hours last night from raging migraines (years down the road, I think I may remember this pregnancy as "the eternal headache"), dizziness, and nausea. J seems to be coming down with a cold. We have been taking turns napping while the other watches Claire. I feel bad that both her parents are feeling so crappy and cranky today, and as I put her down for her afternoon nap just now, I couldn't help but be thankful that she seems to be taking our less-than-stellar attitudes well. How she keeps me humble by reminding me that there's always someone more important than me. But most of all, I am thankful for her health. At 7 months...

I just had a mommy breakdown. J was about to leave for work when I burst into tears. He decided to work from home this morning and ordered to go get some rest. But how could I, when I am surrounded by a thick fog of guilt? How could I, when there are dishes to be done, tables to be cleared, and laundry to be put away? Oh, yes, and we can't forget the crying baby. Let's back up a little here...