I have officially decided that pregnant women should not have to A: get colds and B: drop things. I mean, whose idea was that? Make a woman clumsy during the time when her bulging belly makes it near impossible to bend down without hurting herself!? No fair. And after spending the last four days with a cold, I think pregnant women should be immune since we are already sacrificing so much to bring a baby into the world and we can't take cold medicine. Gip.
My poor child has suffered this week as well. Not only has she not felt well, but her mother hasn't felt well. Poor thing. I have been a little neglectful as most of the time I have simply been trying to make it through the day without passing out lacking the ability to breathe! It was lucky she had her wings to pacify her. She wore them from the time she woke up to the time she went to bed for the two days I was down. My little orphan angel!

"Mom, I'm a beautiful butterfly."
"Mom, I'm a beautiful fairy."
"Mom, I'm a beautiful princesses (she always pluralizes that one)."
Now that I am feeling somewhat better, I have had enough coherence to take the winter boots away. "Boots are for winter, when it is cold." I tell her. Now she talks about bundling up: "When the trees are cold they need to put their boots on, their jacket on and zip it up."