My head must have been in the clouds for all those years I thought about having a baby. Sure, I knew there would be dirty diapers and sleepless nights and of course the indescribable happiness said baby provides but there’s also new things that crop up every so often that I never really gave much thought to. One of them? There’s no sick days when it comes to having a baby. For the past day, I’ve been slowly getting sicker…more congested, more feels-like-I’m-swallowing-broken-glass, more just freaking exhausted. But now there’s no calling out sick and spending the day on the couch surrounded by wadded up tissues. Apparently I’m still expected to function normally. And much to my dismay, my husband can’t just stay home from work on a whim just so I can curl up in bed for hours on end. So today I’m thanking God for the miserable rainy weather so that I don’t feel bad that we don’t go for our daily walk. I also won’t feel bad for curling up on the couch and trying to convince Gabe that he wants to lie still and watch Wendy Williams.