That's roughly the sneezing sound we make to make the Fidg laugh. It also sounds like a toof - as in, a new baby tooth. There may be two of those coming in, but that's not what this is about. This is about sneezes and how I'm coming down with a case of them.
Rob's on the downhill slope of a cold. I was fine until about 7 this evening when I could feel the mucus line up in my sinus cavity. Then I felt it slowly start to get a move on down my right nostril. Then the slightly itchy throat feeling crept up. Within about a 90 minute period, I had moved from totally fine into starting-head-cold-now mode. AhTOof, indeed.
I'll still take even the rottenest of head colds over the first trimester of pregnancy (and all of L&D). And I'll take a head cold of the century if it keeps the kiddo from getting another one. She's already had two - three? - in her short life. (Breastfeeding as the ultimate vaccine my ass.) She hasn't had horrible colds, but take two sleep deprived parents who've been through a hellish L&D, the first few weeks of parenthood, crazy levels of jaundice, and then give them a stuffed-up 3 week old and - NOT FAIR. Do you know how small those noses are? She's bigger now, which is better, but sick kiddos aren't fun.
If the worst she ever gets is a cold, though, I guess that's okay too.