the Christmas curse...

Every year, at Christmas, someone (or everyone) gets sick.
One year, Jake had the flu pretty bad and gave it to me, just before we left to come home. Julie gets sick a lot.
And this year, I'm fighting an unfun cold and cough.
I wouldn't normally complain, because I could douse it out at night with some NyQuil, but it seems that NyQuil is off the list of medications for people with babies inside them. Bleh. So, I have to take drugs that don't put me down for the count. I guess I'll live. Anyhow, that's my story of this year's Christmas curse.